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I thought I would record the events of the weekend, previously unrecorded. This was the wedding of our personal trainer, Eric and it was quite a to-do as weddings seem to be these days. Eric is now espoused with a young lady who comes from a family of some substance, and this was all a bit beyond our normal range of experience.
First there was the lobster bake party the night before on an ocean front estate in Eastern CT, quite elaborate, quite nice. Spent some time hanging out with our friend Tom, an actuary of my long acquaintance who introduced us to Eric three years ago. Also met some people that I am not likely every to see again, or actually to ever see anyone like them again, traveling in my more accustomed circles.
Then we hied off for the next day to visit our friend Isabel, who was ensconced in Haddam with her grandkids, and went for a nice hike with them.
5 pm signaled the actual wedding, which took place at the tony Ocean House in Watch Hill, RI. Again, not a place I've been or am likely ever to return, but quite nice. A lovely string quartet played during the wedding and the party thereafter. Dinner was remarkably fine, if fashionably late. Rhonda was tugging at my sleeve from before the salad showed up, asking if it was ok if we left yet. It was not. But once the dinner finally showed up I could resist no longer and we drove home. Even before the cake! Quite an experience.