I’ve done it, Fredders. As both an apology and an excuse for the long absence from writing, I’m proud to inform you that I’m now a married man. All the months of planning, plotting, scheming, building, telephoning, wheedling, cajoling, rending of garments, etc. came to a head on August 15th, 2009 at a sweet, unique spot on the North Shore of Boston, in a much-anticipated interfaith ceremony between me and (now) Mrs. Hoffa. (No, that’s not us. Do you think I’d put pictures of us on the interwebs like that? Please. Not till I see a picture of Magglio.)
My side of the wedding party consisted of the reprobates I hang out with on a regular basis, (Loki, Opposite, Cutty and Barry) with my new brother-in-law to keep us all in line, and despite such a lineup, one which could well have resulted in multiple felonies, we all got through it just great.
Of course, that morning at Loki’s house, I was having some “breathing in and out” problems, as I understand folks getting married are wont to do, but with some help from my friend, and our new acquaintance, Svedka, I was calmed down enough to put on my tuxedo in time.
Speaking of heavy polyester suits, did I mention the weather that day? After days of stressing about rain, the day was sunny and clear. A little TOO sunny…90+ degrees for a high that day, and between my corpulence and the layers of polyester…well, lets just say there was some sweating. Damn you, coumadin. But let’s not complain – after all, an outdoor wedding can only be as good as the weather it takes place in, and at least I didn’t get married this weekend, as my poor friend Caroline did…
Did I mention that me and the Mrs. (along with generous help from both our families) know how to throw a party? Oh yes. A good old-fashioned, New England clambake, from the best caterers in New England, an open bar, a pro club spinner, DJ Beat Train, plus the best band in the land, Red Square, don’t you know…
Seriously. A throw-down to end all throw-downs. At least as far as weddings go. Anyway, after a beautiful ceremony, a great reception, a mellow after-party, and a great hangover brunch the next day, it was time to pack and get ready for the honeymoon – Mazatlan, Sinaloa, Mexico.
More on that later Fredders. Thanks for sticking around, and we’ll
see you soon!