The Rehearsal dinner found us at Spain in Narragansett again, earning my parents the title of “Spaniacs,” which according to the bride’s parents, is the name given to the restaurants many repeat customers. This time, though, the guest list was dominated by the wedding party.It was also my dad’s turn to give the toast. It’s advice we’ve heard before and words my dad lives by, it’s his three secrets of a successful marriage. For those of you not familiar, they are:
1. Separate tv’s (You may think he’s joking, but he’s not.)
2. A good sense of humor
3. And, embracing each other’s faults
With that, he presented the bride and groom, who are big sports fans, with t-shirts from their opposing home teams, with instructions that he expects them both to be worn (though knowing my dad’s allegiance to the Phillies, I have a feeling this was directed more towards his daughter-in-law than son). Good job, Dad!The kids busied themselves with important matters, while we dined on some delicious food and drank sangria. After dinner, the bride and groom handed out gifts to the wedding party. Cool Brooks Brothers ties for the men, J. Crew belts and Vineyard Vines ties for my boys (so hoity toity, they’ll be wearing them for every special occasion for the next ten years), beautiful starfish clips for the little girls (which I lost not once, but twice), sashes, silver flip flops (for all that dancing at the wedding) and earrings for the maids. The best thing about these gifts, they can all be worn again, and will be. Little lady loved that pin!It was yet another late night for my sleepy-eyed brood and once again we skipped out on dessert and high-tailed it back to the hotel for a good night’s sleep (which is an oxymoron in itself) before the big day.
Next, the conclusion of the wedding series, the wedding. Happy July!