My sister Nancy and Chris Tomchik got hitched on Sunday. The ceremony and reception were great. I'm exhausted after chasing Liam around the reception hall, however, so I don't have the energy to compose a lengthy report on the event.
Some highlights:
1. It only rained for about 10 minutes, just enough to eliminate the excess humidity. According to the minister, every marriage occasionally has "a little thunder rumbling in the distance."
2. Using a raspberry-flavored Ring Pop, we managed to keep Liam quiet for a few minutes of the ceremony. Baby Carter let out a few squeals but did not break wind loudly enough for anyone outside our immediate family to hear.
3. At the reception, I finally got to smoke one of the cigars Dad brought me back from Key West. And a good smoke it was. Hand-rolled by a real Cuban, apparently.
4. The food was excellent. The hors d'ouvres included smoked gouda, which is the cheese the gods would eat if Mount Olympus was located in Wisconsin. The dinner buffet (I swear I heard someone in line behind me pronounce the word "buffett," as in "Jimmy") included a carving station offering a "spice-encrusted tuna loin," which was delectable despite its curious name. Jen wondered how they get a loin from a fish; my best guess was that it must come from the extremely rare two-legged tuna native to the waters off the Solomon Islands.
5. Toward the end of the evening, Liam started asking other wedding guests if they would be interested in going to a "naked juice bar." (See my earlier entry titled "The Scottish Pornographers) As we left the reception, he started chanting "PARTY ANIMAL!!!" with only a little encouragement. As a parent, it warms the cockles of my heart to see my son's vocabulary flourish.
Some lowlights:
1. The bartenders did not know how to make a mojito. Phillistines.
2. I found out the hard way that I am allergic to Sam Adams Boston Lager. I think it must be the yeast. Or perhaps the malt or the hops, which doesn't leave much. I used to love that beer, but now I have added it to the long list of quality brews that make my eyes water and my brochial tubes contract. Wheezing and gasping really detracts from one's enjoyment of a fine lager.
3. Alas, I failed to snap a photo of the conga line. If anybody got it on film, send me a copy and I'll add it to this album.
2 comments:
Someone recently told me that the mojito is now the most popular drink in the world. I don't know if I buy that, but I was in Target the other night and they had a huge bucket of mojito mix on sale. It was similar to those margarita buckets where you add an entire bottle of tequila, freeze, and serve. The "mix" probably consisted of four pounds of sugar but it did come in a very colorful blue and white striped bucket sure to be a hit at any party. Ignorant bartender not required.
A real mojito is to the kind you make from a mix as a cup of fresh-ground French-press Blue Mountain Coffee is to Sanka. You need fresh mint and top-shelf rum. The link on the word "mojito" in the entry above takes you to a page of drink recipes from a cafe we visited in Puerto Vallarata on our honeymoon, La Bodeguita del Medio. I guess there are a few of them in the major Latin American cities, and the original Bodeguita, where Hemingway used to tie one on, is in Havana.
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