Dave Ford Does Earth

Posted by Dave Ford

Well, given the three dirty vodka martinis and 7 Amstel Lights I have consumed in the last five hours, this could prove to be a more difficult post to articulate than the average. Yet, in the same respect, I am excited for the challenge. I have committed to 31 posts in 31 days–and damn it I am going to do it. Boozing at weddings will not get in my way.

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Today one of of my oldest friends in the world was married. And, he was married in a most swanky way.

Marble. That is the key word. The Tremont Grand–where Justin Curtis and Suzanne Cohen tied the knot today was covered in ornate Marble. It was an elaborate affair–full of cocktail hours, tuxedos, grand ballrooms, and a 10 piece band with a full horn section. The Tremont Hotel was formally the Grand Masonic Lodge in Baltimore. And, apparently the Mason’s did not spare any expense.

My biggest takeaway from the affair was as follows: When at an extremely swanky wedding, stand as close to the kitchen door during the cocktail hour as humanely possible. The beef wellington, rock shrimp, roasted lamb, duck confit, and numerous other horderves will  find their way to you effortlessly. Trust me on this…

My parents are friends with Justin and were also henceforth also invited to the soirée. And, as I had predicted, they owned the dance floor. I think it is safe to say that Lenny and Karen fox trot their way to dominance at any dance floor they encounter. But, weddings seem to be their specialty. The band–a quintessential multi-cultural, multi singer ensemble that apparently played one of Obama’s inauguration balls–were pretty damn spectacular. And my Mom and Dad, made their appreciate known by spinning each other in circles the entire night. Apparently my Mom bought special ballroom dancing shoes recently to insure her long lastingness for these types of occasions.

On a side note, I learned tonight that although Mom has a rough idea about Bon Jovi–she neither knows of, or cares for ACDC.

All in all, the night was a smash hit. I got to hang out with friends from high school that I have not seen in years and years. It was also really fantastic to hang with Lenny and Karen (my parents). They are so much fun–and one day I hope to have even a semblance of their dance moves. I would think the genetics would come into to play here–but at this point I can say that I am nowhere close. Maybe lessons are they key…

Ok, gotta Bolt back to NYC in 8 hours time for yet another huge week. I guess I should get some sleep.

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