Ok, my brother in law Steve’s daughter from his first marriage was getting married.  I know her, met her like 15 times over ten years.  I even buy her a Christmas present. 

So I was invited to her wedding…. without guest.  Ok, fine… dinner spaces are at a premium. Mona couldn’t come anyway, her ex was to be out of town for work and she was to watch the kids. 

However, Friday afternoon he let Mona know that he’s coming home Friday night, the work project was done early. 

Now, I wasn’t quite looking forward to going to the wedding by myself. And I had nothing to lose.  So I confirmed with her that she had something to wear to a black tie affair… she did… so I texted Steve to see if I could bring Mona. What the hell. Why not? 

It took him to the next morning but yep, I could. Plus my sister and her adult children from her first marriage haven’t met Mona yet and have been looking forward to it. They love Uncle Rex.

So we rolled up. A fancy place on Long Island’s fancy north shore. A country club. I know the flowers are a good barometer for wedding expense. This wedding must have cost every bit of $75,000. The band was over 10 people. The cocktail hour had so much food that I didn’t need an any dinner at the reception. 

(I know we New Yorkers do cocktail hours WAY over the top compared to other parts of the country.  But I wasn’t paying for it. Sushi, pasta, meat carving stations (separate pastrami and corned beef), cheese and vegetables, etc etc.  So much.)

My sister Beth, Steve’s wife, showed up. I know she and Steve have been going through some rough times and there was rumor that she wasn’t coming. She was, in fact, there but the tension was still thick. 

Ugh.

Anyway, Mona met them and my nieces and nephew. She and I danced a lot. We dance very well together. I got some moves.

It was very unexpected, having her there. We both jumped through some hoops and I’m very happy it worked out. We love weddings together.

And I had my new tux that I own. I have to wear this more often