I was charged $10 to go to a reception in NYC in the early ‘90s. It was held in an upstairs yoga studio in Greenwich Village, and featured finger food and a pasta dish (groom is Italian), and no seating. The best man, an aged Forfham professor climbed a worker’s ladder in the middle of the room to toast the couple. The Yoga Studio had a sign on the door, “No Smoking, and No Cats”. I would love to hear the story that led to that.
Th couple are still happily married, as far as I know.
I have a nephew getting married in the fall in Cambridge, MA.
We are going—should be interesting—have no clue what to expect.
(Flashing red light—their wedding web page said that their “progressive politics” is part of what brought them together. This is hilarious Whitopia virtue signaling.)
I’m pretty sure these two grifters will be divorced this time next year......or in jail. Lol!