Tuesday, December 7, 2010
The miracle happened this way:
The wedding reception, a magnificent affair of abundant proportion and beauty — which followed a very personalized, romantic ceremony and lively cocktail hour, both with lots of live music — was just getting under way. In an unusual move for pre-dinner entertainment, my band was playing dance music. Wild dance music, I might add.
It was way too early to be doing such a thing — before the entrees had even been served — but many of the guests had traveled internationally, some had already been at the location for three days being feted, primped and pampered nonstop. They probably hadn’t slept much in nearly a week. The ceremony had been intense and the speeches…..well, let’s just say that they were ready to PARTY.
“Now look what you’ve done,” said the wedding coordinator, pointing to the dance floor. Every single person in the room was crowded onto that dance floor. My wailing horn and rhythm sections were tearing it up on pulsating renditions of “Shout” and “Stand By Me” and nobody was showing any sign of wanting to go back to their tables to consume the entrees, which were starting to arrive.
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