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!
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It was a truely awesome time. Thanks for throwing such a great party…even if I don’t remember a sizable portion of it.
Congrats!!!
Congrats!!! As geeky as it sounds, how did the chuppah work out for you? Mine will be put to use very, very soon! Thanks again for all of your help and guidance, and especially for the photos!
The chuppah worked out great. The only thing I would change is to have a bigger canopy for more shade…but it was awesome.
HEAVY…but awesome.
mital champion!