Our wedding ceremony was scheduled for 11am in central park at the Ladies Pavilion. For those of you who have not been there, it’s a beautiful late 1800 century gazebo-type structure overlooking a lake in the park. It’s a perfect setting for a ceremony, as its private, yet close to 76th Ave.
The girls and I had spent the morning getting dressed in our suite, with a visit from the make up artist and the photographer. Our limo awaited us in front of the Waldorf Astoria, and we left at 10:40am (10 minutes behind schedule).
We arrived to the park with 5 minutes to spare and ran into the Rabbi. Yes, we hired a Rabbi to perform our ceremony. Who better to perform the ceremony of a Retired catholic and a Cafeteria Catholic? 😉
Mollie ran down the path to the Pavilion (her skateboard was at the hotel) and came back saying that Mark and the boys were not there. It was now 11am. This is the guy who is NEVER late. Ever. Never-ever late
No groom and no boys meant it was a “no-go” for the moment. Slight chaos ensued, mostly because I didn’t have my phone on me and I’m the one usually issuing directions and problem solving. But the bride doesn’t do that. So the bride did the next best thing and made her sister rapid dial the groom till he picked up. It was a short conversation, but the gist was they were on their way. So we wait. All dressed up and no where to go. Park patrons walking by, giving their congratulations. With my new sisters huddled around me so the groom doesn’t see me until it’s truly “go-time”. The Rabbi and photographer were kind and we all chatted. Meanwhile family was scattered about trying to figure out the new timeline and figure out their location.
Finally they arrived. The ladies huddled, everyone took their places, and as my 3 sweet kiddos gathered around me, my beautiful step daughter walked in front of me, a calm came over me that stayed the rest of the day.
11:30am, only 30 minutes late (our permit for the pavilion expired at 12pm, but who’s counting?!) I married my best friend and our families are blended
Why were they 30 minutes late??!?
They got onto the A express train. The A Express does not stop at 72nd street. The A Express goes 40 blocks into Harlem. A cab took them back into Manhatten and dropped them at 76th. But hey, at least the boys got to see all 5 boroughs of NYC during their visit. Always a silver lining! Mazel Tov!