A Wedding In Montreal

The long marrieds, en route to wedding

When you're invited to Montreal, you go, especially if two young lovebirds who met in college are getting hitched, and the groom is the son of Eric and Linda, friends you've known since forever, junior high to be exact.

Mazel tov to the newly-married Gabrielle & Zach Schotz

And so, you pack up your fancy dress, your sparkly sandals, your finery, you write a million notes to yourself so you don't forget your happy pills (again), like you did in June for the French wedding, you make sure longtime hubby has all his tuxedo-style fixings, the bow tie, the cuff links, etc., and off you go to LAX. On the plane, you struggle to find a movie you want to watch, and when you find it, you hope you get to see the whole thing. But you don't, because 10 minutes before the ending of "Isn't It Romantic?" (much funnier than expected) the system goes down. But don't cry for me, Blog-o-Rina, I got to see the ending on the way back. Isn't That Fantastic?

Aging Well-Behaved Jews at temple. 

And speaking of fantastic, the ceremony was so full of love, it was hard not to cry, but listen, when it comes to the arduous application of makeup in a badly lit hotel bathroom, weeping just isn't an option. Trust me, inside, I was heavily emoting.

The First Dance 

The wedding celebration was a magical starry night, full of twinkling lights and candles, a rockin' orchestra with an amazing horn section, heartfelt speeches that could make you sob (but as previously mentioned, there's makeup involved), massive quantities of delicious food, including a bounty of dessert, and what am I leaving out, oh yes, booze.

Of course, not everyone maintained a sense of decorum. Front row: SJG, Maddy & Jeff. Back row: Partially-hidden hubby, Helen & Ned. 

Kiki & Mark, classy East Coasters, before they hit
the dance floor and cut loose. 

Somewhere in this blurry shot, alongside the millennials, I'm seriously shaking my groove thing in a scandalous, eyebrow-raising manner. 

Tomorrow: more misbehavior, pre-wedding...

... and a heavenly trip to the Barbie Expo.