wine, cheese and wedding hell
In which we drink and eat and eat some more.
Saturday we visited a small "Bridal Fair" at the Concord Colonial Inn. We were escorted downstairs to a subterranean function room with pink floral wall-paper, our ears greeted with the strains of harp, flute, and some other instrument I have yet to remember.
I noticed right away I was the only groom-to-be in attendence, unless the brides there were marrying much older men. The wedding cake was nasty. You can now get full video on DVD for your wedding, complete with menus, music and backstory. The one vendor we took to was the photographer, who was endearingly geeky. Respendent and gawky in his full-tails tux, we instantly took a liking to him as he spouted all the right words like "no flash, silent camera" and our favorite, "inobtrusive." We may check him out later. Eventually we fled, forced out by the volume and endless repetitions of the Wedding March and any of the common wedding-themed classical pieces. It was like being trapped in a DeBeers commercial without a remote control.
We had a lovely dinner with some friends, and imbibed much good wine, including a black Muscat that went deliciously with the chocolate truffles our guests brought. It was completely decadent. I have to find out the name of the cheeses they brought! They told me, but of course enoch + wine = forgetting. It's not like I even need the wine, since I seem to forget things all on my own. The funniest wine I almost bought: a South African wine called "Goats Do Roam." I may have to go back for it, because the Shiraz we bought from that region was excellent.
Sunday started out with a long brisk walk with qarylla in which we discussed many abstruse things.
Then we had a lovely relaxed brunch with whuffle and halleyscomet with popovers, cream and fruit. More decadence, including moon pies.
Saturday we visited a small "Bridal Fair" at the Concord Colonial Inn. We were escorted downstairs to a subterranean function room with pink floral wall-paper, our ears greeted with the strains of harp, flute, and some other instrument I have yet to remember.
I noticed right away I was the only groom-to-be in attendence, unless the brides there were marrying much older men. The wedding cake was nasty. You can now get full video on DVD for your wedding, complete with menus, music and backstory. The one vendor we took to was the photographer, who was endearingly geeky. Respendent and gawky in his full-tails tux, we instantly took a liking to him as he spouted all the right words like "no flash, silent camera" and our favorite, "inobtrusive." We may check him out later. Eventually we fled, forced out by the volume and endless repetitions of the Wedding March and any of the common wedding-themed classical pieces. It was like being trapped in a DeBeers commercial without a remote control.
We had a lovely dinner with some friends, and imbibed much good wine, including a black Muscat that went deliciously with the chocolate truffles our guests brought. It was completely decadent. I have to find out the name of the cheeses they brought! They told me, but of course enoch + wine = forgetting. It's not like I even need the wine, since I seem to forget things all on my own. The funniest wine I almost bought: a South African wine called "Goats Do Roam." I may have to go back for it, because the Shiraz we bought from that region was excellent.
Sunday started out with a long brisk walk with qarylla in which we discussed many abstruse things.
Then we had a lovely relaxed brunch with whuffle and halleyscomet with popovers, cream and fruit. More decadence, including moon pies.