A wedding is always something special, but this wedding was especially different.
I love a Jewish wedding and all their traditions.
The bride and groom stand under a canopy and the rabbi begins to explain all the symbolism of a Jewish wedding.
The prayers are recited in Hebrew, and English, and the guest shout “AMEN” after each prayer. The words of promise between the bride and groom, and then the final symbol… the breaking of the glass…CRACK… “MAZELTOV!” we all shout out.
They are married and the celebration begins.
I have to say it is not easy attending a wedding, or any party for that matter, when you don’t really know anyone, outside of the groom’s mother and boyfriend. But, I would not have missed my friends son’s wedding for anything in the world.
I thought my husband looked pretty fine in his suit, until I noticed that all the male guests had on black jackets, or a tuxedo. How embarrassed I was when I realized that he was sticking out like a sore thumb ( did not get the memo). But we did not let that stop us, we ventured on, and mingled with the guest.
The centerpieces where tastefully done.
The bride even changed the dance floor of the reception room…did not go with her decor. Really, a white floor was put down. Now this was something, I never heard of such a thing. Imagine getting a whole floor put down because it did not go with your color scheme. WOW! Now that is impressive.
Oh, let me not forget the band…what an orchestra of men and women. This guy looked so much like Michael Jackson, that if you were drunk enough you could swear that Michael Jackson was alive and well.
He just sprang out and started to sing and dance to Billy Jean… he did not tarnish Michael’s image in the least. Moonwalkin and all.
Oh, see the three little guys in the picture. They are the most adorable children. They are my girlfriends grandchildren. How sweet they were dancing like pros to the sound of the music.
The band was so good that I have already hired them, in my head, for my daughters wedding, should she ever get married. They kept the party going and we all danced like there was no tomorrow.
Here I am dancing with my new found dancing partner, Carol. 
Thanks Carol, for dancing with me. If I had not danced I would not have had such a wonderful time. You can see the white floor in this picture. 
The mother of the groom, Sara.
Sara and I have a 30 + year friendship. We both worked for Galbreath and Ruffin, located in the Mobil Oil Building on 42nd Street in New York City. When we met it was instant rapport. Sara’s parents are Holocaust survivors. Sara raised four children, two girls and two boys, the boys are twins, all on her own. Good going Sara! You should be proud.
The night ran past 1:00 am. My feet hurt, and my thighs were giving in. So even though the band continued to play and the people still danced, my husband and I called it a night. How great it was just to get on an elevator to the 11 th floor, of the Seaport Hotel, and enter room 1105..
MAZELTOV!!!