First: Small church on Long Island, parents, best man, Wife1's girl friends from college, some friends of mine from college, modest reception at a local restaurant. Lasted 23 years through no fault of mine, issue: two boys.
Second: Wife2 and I had lived together for a year before knitting a union. Civil Service in Denver County building, Justice of the Peace, staff as witnesses. Unfortunately, I had quit drinking, she had not. She passed on in 2007, RIP.
I was best man at a friend's wedding, that one was a splash, big Church wedding, big reception at a large bar/restaurant. I remember it was the second time in life I wore a tuxedo.
I can't recall exactly what the first time was, but probably the super posh-posh wedding of my cousin Ann. Reception at the Waldorf IIRC. I remember you could see the Empire State Building from the reception room.
Obviously, she married big. Real big. Never saw her again. I wonder if that tells me something.
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Terry, 230RN
