Thoughts On A Wedding

I attended a wedding Saturday last week. It was both grand and romantic.

The church was on the base of the hillside town of Piermont in New York by the Hudson River. The waters were choppy that particular morning. The Tappan Zee could be seen at a distance on the left. The bride was a little late but the ceremony was solemn and beautiful. The reception was at the Greycliff in Moonachie, New Jersey. The Grand Ballroom was huge. It boasted of two giant screens and two white gazebos, one for the music and one for the entrances for the entourage. The dancefloor was shiny marble. There were thirty-four tables with cattleya sprays on tall, cylindrical, crystal vases. The cocktail double-rooms and the three serving stations pleased everyone. There was even lechon. The main dinner had choices of steak, chicken and fish. The music was excellent, the ballroom was tight with most everybody dancing. The photographers and videographers were young and with state-of-the-art equipment. A mini-video was already ready for showing before the reception ended.

It was actually a three-day celebration. The rehearsal dinner was one big party, too. Held at a hall in Dave n' Buster's which was reserved for a hundred, guests and family enjoyed the buffet dinner and practiced on their dance moves. Of course, the wedding itself and the reception. Then an afterwedding party for close friends and family, held at the bride's neighbor's parklike property. Seven acres of green, complete with a pond, a brook, a natural spring and a japanese meditation garden. Ample filipino fare, with two lechons and the second was not even touched. We ate amidst Spanish music from a musical trio in the background.

It was really no ordinary wedding.

It was my son's wedding.