|Subject||Oil, lube and check the tires|
|DateCreated||5/23/2008 2:29:00 PM|
|PostedDate||5/23/2008 2:01:00 PM|
Overheard in the express elevator at the Biltmore Hotel in Providence, RI:
Mom: "Ok, honey, you'll be getting off at the ninth floor. Our room is number 968."
We've had a number of weddings already this year, but this last one felt like the actual start of the season. The weather's warm, the calendar is filling up and C is fighting with the wedding coordinators (or Function Divas as they are more commonly known). This year - unlike the previous few - we're making an attempt to stay current with our songlist, and it's really energized the band. Being able to head into the dance set with some Gwen Stefani/Pink/Jordin Sparks (rather than "I Will Survive/We Are Family/Play That Funky Music") makes the band members far less likely to physically attack one another.
Excerpt from Biltmore toast:
The Anniversary Dance is a nonessential but fairly common formality with a simple premise: let's see which couple attending the wedding has been married the longest. We play something appropriate such as "Grow Old With Me" or "Have I Told You Lately" and invite all the married couples onto the dance floor. Then we excuse them chronologically, ie: "All those married five years or less, other than the bride and groom, please leave the dance floor." Play a little more, then ten years. Continue on until we have one couple left, at which point the newlyweds give them the bouquet or some other remembrance. I've mentioned before that we have (rather, C has) a penchant for starting formalities without checking to see if the required parties are actually in the room. A similar type of unpreparedness would be not knowing how long the final couple has been married, and blowing right past it. So this particular night we went from forty to forty-five years, and the last three couples left the dance floor - leaving the bride and groom no photo-op whatsoever. While watching C run after them shouting, "Wait! Wait! We'll go one year at a time!" H leaned over to me and said, "Now I KNOW we're back."