Closing down the hotel bar after the wedding. Taking the night off. Back tomorrow!
Okay, I'm back. I've had a good night's sleep, and I now I have a brain to write. And of course attending a wedding brings back memories of my own wedding.
One of the funniest memories I have of our reception was hearing later that one of my friends had my Quaker grandmother completely convinced that he was a polygamist. She was a world traveler who had a very anthropological perspective, always curious about learning how people think and live. I'm sure it was a highlight of her trip to her granddaughter's wedding in the mysterious land of Utah.
What made it even funnier is that I believe it was my friend who just celebrated his anniversary with his husband--no wives at all.