Wedding Blog

…almost a bride.

This past weekend, Mr. Daisy and I attended another wedding. This time it was Magnolia and Scott– the couple to whom we entirely owe our happiness, in that Mr. Daisy and I met at Mags’ birthday.

The wedding was called for 7:00 pm. At 5:40, CaliSister (who had missed her flight earlier that day) called and told me she had landed at JFK and was in the car en route. She walked into the apartment at about 6:20, did the quickest freshen-up-and-change ever, and we got to Bryant Park Grill, where the wedding was about to begin. (This wasn’t one of those weddings where it’s called for 7 o’clock but actually begins at 7:30. It was starting promptly.)

A still slightly stressed me + my perennially calm sister

We were seated just in time for the nuptials which were touching and amazing. And the vows — oh boy, they were incredibly well written and delivered with such genuine emotion that it just filled my heart with joy. And I am *so* not the kind of girl to get joyful on a lark. I am usually all about the cynicism. But really, these two are so in love and so happy, even my cold, black heart was moved. Did I mention how bee-yoo-tiful the bride was? See for yourselves:

The ceremony and cocktails were on the roof, where the weather was definitely warm, but not unbearable.

Please note Mr. Daisy’s expertly (ahem) tied bow-tie.

The cocktails portion had a cruditÆ’©s station, as well as passed hors d’oeuvres including pastry-wrapped salmon, half-hamburgers, pigs-in-blankets, mini-goat cheese/veg tarts, beef satay skewers, sushi rolls and probably other stuff that i’m forgetting. Mr. Daisy being a non-aggressive hors d’oeuvres grabber, I enlisted Tyrone to help me snag the coveted burgers.

This is what Tyrone looks like when the burgers are all gone.

Once the hors d’oeuvres were exhausted, it was time to head downstairs to the dinner/dance portion of the evening. Our table was in a prime location– right next to the dance floor and the cake! Instead of one cake, they had tiered cupcakes, but with a single layer of regular cake for the cake-cutting (trÆ’¨s forward-thinking, no?)

The tables were simple and lovely:

Forgive the askew knife– I managed to do that within five seconds of getting to the table.

And the band! I have to find out the name of this band that kept all people on the floor the entire night despite the warm weather (that somehow crept inside). Warmth notwithstanding, everyone was dancing like it was their job (if one’s job was a job one enjoyed, while also not being particularly lucrative) and it was a great time. Mr. Daisy even cut a rug with the groom’s mom, who called him out in a manner not unlike the one The Boss used to get Courtney Cox up on the stage with him in for his Dancing in the Dark video.

Except Mr. Daisy looked somewhat less winsome.

All-in-all the wedding was a success! the food was (shockingly) delicious. I note this because, so often, wedding food is nothing to write home about. Mr. Daisy and I both ordered filets, which were perfectly cooked, mine being exactly rare* as per my request and not some b.s. medium-rare substitute. And the fries that accompanied them were awesome! Even my vegetarian sister (and don’t even get me started on how this pains me) loved her ravioli option. (The third option was crab cakes, which looked like they would have been good, based on my observation of others eating them).

Now the newlyweds are in Thailand, where I am sure they are having more fun than I am, as I stress the f out over planning my honeymoon. Thus far, I have even designed a spreadsheet for that purpose. (I thank part-time work for allowing me enough time to become super-OCD.)

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* I really find it hard to talk about how Mr. Daisy likes his steaks. It hurts me to think of those poor, little steaks, on the flame for so very long before they are cooked to Mr. Daisy’s liking. Last night, at Bobby Van’s with the DaisyParents, he actually whispered his order to the waiter, so as not to upset my delicate sensibilities. (Isn’t he the sweetest?)