Allie & Joe

Allie, my granddaughter, is the Bride.
Joe, a grand guy, is the Groom.
They got married in June.

A few years ago I wrote a play called
“Mom, It’s My Wedding!”
Enough said.

Here’s a few lines from the play.

“Planning a wedding, I discovered, is similar to producing
a show at a dinner theater in New Jersey. Both events
have a script, stars, a supporting cast, and a budget
that’s too small. Both have critics to please.”

My granddaughter’s wedding wasn’t like producing a show
at a dinner theater in New Jersey, even though it took place
in New Jersey. It was a small family event

My granddaughter didn’t have to starve herself for weeks
before the wedding so she could fit into her wedding dress.
She could eat things that tasted good.

Her wedding dress didn’t billow out like an open parachute
like Cinderella’s. Nor was it something Kim Kardashian would
wear showing off the boobs and butt the groom would be
sleeping with that night (as if it actually were “The First Time”).

Unimportant things didn’t become important. She didn’t care
if the invitations were in blue or black ink, if the postage
stamps were love birds or hearts, how the napkins were
folded. She didn’t care if the tablecloths matched the
bridesmaids’ dresses. The only things that matched were
the bride and groom.

What in the world has happened to getting married? When
did the wedding hoopla become more important than the
exchange of vows and the joining of two people’s lives?

Why is planning the wedding so stressful? Why does it take
a year? Why does it cost so much?

Will the next big thing in weddings be like the Triumphal March
in Aida ending with a parade of exotic animals, including elephants, giraffes, and zebras?

What about the horror of looking for a mother-of-the-bride
dress? I’m not even going to go there.

And what about the guests? Who to invite and who not to
invite? What table to sit them at? Planning where The Apostles
at The Last Supper were to sit was easier.

Wouldn’t it be wonderful if the relatives were happy to see
each other? If everyone was thrilled by the table they sat at?
If new wives and ex-wives got along.

Wouldn’t it be wonderful if the chicken wasn’t undercooked,
the salmon overcooked, and the meat dish unidentifiable.

Wouldn’t it be wonderful if Great Grandma didn’t complain
that the music was blasting so loudly it hurt her ears, her
eyes, and her feet and she had to go home?

Wouldn’t it be wonderful if Grandma wanted to rumba but
Grandpa, after five shots of scotch, wasn’t snoring at a
table in the corner?

Wouldn’t it be wonderful if the mother-of-the-bride’s makeup
didn’t fade and she looked like she usually did?

Wouldn’t it be wonderful if the bride’s father, seeing all
the leftover food and half-full liquor glasses left on
the tables wondered why he was paying for it all?

Wouldn’t it be wonderful if the older cousins weren’t on
their i-Phones or outside smoking who knows what?

Wouldn’t it be wonderful if the younger cousins weren’t
running around wildly tasting almost empty wine glasses,
screaming and throwing the table decorations?

Wouldn’t it be wonderful if a 2-year-old wasn’t having a
tantrum and a 4-year- old wasn’t throwing up?

Wouldn’t it be wonderful if didn’t rain at a beach wedding
in June or a blizzard wasn’t forecast for a December wedding?

Wouldn’t it be wonderful if an uninvited guest like Covid didn’t
show up?

Wouldn’t it be wonderful if all the wedding gifts were cash and
not things like pickle forks?

But what would happen to the economy if nobody supported
a wedding industry that generates sixty billion dollars a year?
The honeymoon, which is estimated at between four and
eight billion, is extra.

My granddaughter’s wedding won’t make the Vows Section
of Sunday’s New York Times.  But Allie and Joe’s wedding
vows will make for a lifetime of caring for each other and the
people they love.

If everyone in the world were like my granddaughter Allie
and my new son-in-law Joe, what a wonderful world it
would be.

P.S.

Allie and Joe are planning on a Big Blast Party for all their
friends in 2023, hopefully when the pandemic has really slowed
down. A party for everyone to dance, sing, have fun, and
celebrate anything and everything, including the bride and
groom.


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even though I stopped
cooking–by request–years ago.
Goodbye until next time…
Hope your day turns out as well as I hope (but doubt)
mine will,
Gingy (Ilene)



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