POUR L'AMOUR

Our Wedding Reception at Belcombe Court

As Owen and I made our way from Holy Trinity Church in a vintage NYC checkered cab, my greatest triumph in party planning, I was the happiest. It was the closest to feeling both completely free and completely in control and completely at ease I’ve ever felt. It was heaven. And it lasted about 12 minutes until I walked into our cocktail hour and heard our first dance song playing on the loudspeaker and not the “Belcombe Welcome” playlist I had painstackingly labored over for months. When that minor crisis was averted, and I heard Hans Zimmer’s You’re so Cool from True Romance, I grabbed a glass of champagne and took it in. I fucking did it. Well, we.

When I was dating, I would try to picture what my wedding would be with that person and always, I hated it. A mocktail station for the guy (guyS) who got sober during our courtship? A 550 person wedding at the beach in TLV? Eloping because he probably would only commit until a day before? None of those things felt very, umm, ME. What was always very ME was a Jane Eyre Bat Mitzvah theme and marrying a Brit to help mend that inner child wound.