Subject I have named Love, badly
DateCreated 5/10/2006 8:25:00 PM
PostedDate 5/10/2006 8:15:00 PM
    Toast:  None (the Groom greeted the guests)
    Chicken Football:  Yes
    Bride named Amanda requests "Amanda" for her first dance:  Yes

So we're not always the Beatles at Shea Stadium.    Poor C was nervously wringing his hands from Song One, desperate to somehow make Those Who Shall Not Groove, well, groove.  We make a point of getting in the audience first set, to loosen everyone up and set the tone for the evening.  I knew we were in trouble when I got a fair number of "!@#$ you" reactions from the bride's side of the room while crooning "Moondance".  Also, we cleared the floor completely with "You Give Love a Bad Name," something nearly inconceivable in these days of '80s revival.

The wedding was at the Providence Biltmore Hotel, the oldest in our capital city.  The view from the top floor is extraordinary - you can see all of Providence, the rivers, the Hurricane Barrier, probably as far as Cranston on a good day.  Food is great.  From our point of view, however, loading in a full PA to a hotel built in the 1920s, with small corridors and service elevators that (when they work) frequently leave off on the WRONG FLOOR, doesn't make it one of our favorite locations. Also, ask H sometime about the crates of potatoes sitting on the loading dock, and you'll understand why she rarely eats.