Let me begin with a little housekeeping. I've just discovered that one may see a large version of pictures in my posts by clicking on them. So now you can really get a good luck at the happy couple!... and the guy in the kilt. ;-)
It occurred to me a few minutes ago that, at this time 14 years ago, I think I had just about worked out our wedding music for the ceremony.
You see I went to our rehearsal/out of town guest dinner then headed 15 miles home in one direction while my bride to be and her parents went to my inlaws' home. I listened to phone messages when I arrived at our apartment.
To my dismay, one of the messages was from the music contractor who was supposed to provide a pianist and flautist. The piano player was sick and would not be able to attend our wedding the next day and the contractor had no other pianists available. He did substitute a guitarist. I tried phoning their number (it was after 11pm) but, of course, nobody answered. I know this is virtually impossible for anyone under 25 to fathom but few people had cell phones in 1993. Ah! How we take for granted how easy it is to communicate with people today. But I digress...
I phoned somebody in the morning to say we'd make it work with the guitarist despite the fact he couldn't play the music we had intended for the ceremony. I grabbed a stack of thick piano/voice songbooks, dumped them in my car and headed to my inlaws' house. When the guitarist arrived I alternately went through songs with him, then talked to Denise through the door to get a yes or no to this song or that.
In the end it turned out fine. That was the worst blip in our wedding, which is to say it and the reception were wonderful!
Of course, the funniest moment was after I broke the glass (a jewish tradition symbolizing a break from the past). Even I was a bit shocked at the loud, "Mazel Tov!" from friends & relatives on my side of the family. I can't imagine exactly what Denise's family felt at that moment. :-)
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