big italian wedding

joe and i recently had the honor of attending the wedding ceremony of an acquaintance of ours. my mom has a friend named Jane who has been her friend since Kindergarten. Jane's daughter is five years older than I am. her parents promised her that if she chose to never moved in with her boyfriend, they would give her the wedding of her dreams. so, they both kept their promise, and somehow we got on the invitation list to witness this grand event.

we sat in the best row.

there was a "grand poobah" of sorts sitting in front of us, a good Catholic Italian boy, who made sure everyone knew he was there. He wore fat rings on his fingers, and half the guests came to him with a hand shake and a kiss. We couldn't help but feel like the mafia was present. There was even a "little Chuckie" and a "Big Chuckie" there. Having the mafia there, combined with the Catholic Mass, chanting, responsorials, and priests, made it quite the Mickey Blue Eyes experience. The reception was held at the Palo Alto Golf and Country Club.

It was a sit down dinner, and the napkins were silk. Yah.