let me steal this moment from you now
My friend RJ was the best man at my friend John Serpico’s wedding this past weekend. After a few drinks to help him over the expected nerves, he pulled out his notes. “I was worried I wouldn’t be able to find an appropriately humorous anecdote describing John and Kim,” RJ told the crowd. “Until I [...]
said it ain’t where you’re from; it’s where you’re at
Weddings are wasted on the young. I don’t mean the really young, like J.J’s toddler, who would sprint across the dance floor to give someone a high-five then hide behind his mother’s skirts. But anyone between the ages of seven and seventeen has no business being at a wedding. Unless it’s their own and they’re [...]
april, come she will
I forgot my camera battery when going to Mia and Bob’s wedding in Dublin, NH this Saturday. So now I have to weblog about it to remember it at all. It’s not my fault. Rachel V. and Steve were kind enough to give me a ride up. We listened to Steve’s XM radio and Rachel’s [...]
ain't no angel gonna greet me; it's just you and I my friend
We moved hotels on Saturday, from one closer to the city (for the rehearsal dinner) to one closer to Swarthmore (for Matt and Lydia’s wedding). I rode with Kevin, tailing behind my parents’ SUV down a rain-slicked 95 South while Chuck Barry played “School Days.” “AC/DC does a decent cover of this song,” I remarked. [...]
a couple of guys who were up to no good started making trouble in my neighborhood
The cab ride from Philadelphia’s 30th Street Station to the Courtyard Marriott near City Hall took me past fewer adult theaters than I would have expected. They integrate well into Philadelphia’s downtown aesthetic of 1750s buildings with 1930s storefronts – art gallery, sandwich shop, adult theater, clothing store, adult theater, Western Union, Ben Franklin’s house, [...]
when was the last time you danced?
Plenty of sap in the posts on the bachelor party and the rehearsal dinner. The actual day of the wedding? Nothing but fun. The groom’s party, plus RJ, plus myself, breakfasted at Clink, the Liberty Hotel’s classy lounge and restaurant. Ben, the groom’s brother, asked for tobasco for his eggs; the waiter produced the tiniest [...]
her folks had said our life together sure was gonna be rough
“This must be the infamous Perich,” the woman said, shaking my hand as Fraley introduced us. That introduction has never borne good fruit for me, but this was Fraley and Melissa’s rehearsal dinner. The woman speaking was the Liberty Hotel’s wedding coordinator, Michelle. Quick recap for the tourists: the Liberty Hotel was once the Charles [...]
all just a little bit of history repeating
Thursday was Fraley’s bachelor party. I caught up with the crew at Smith & Wollensky’s downtown. They had just completed a few laps at F1 Racing and had sped here to make the 7:00 dinner reservation. The order of arrival at Boston’s best steakhouse had nothing to do with who won the go-kart race, with [...]
my hometown
Thanksgiving weekend, comparing and contrasting my experiences in Baltimore (where I grew up) and Boston (where I live): The TSA Boston: Though I’d already put my jacket on the X-ray conveyor belt, the security goon asked me to strip out of my Ravens hoodie as well. Another goon rifled through my toiletries kit before putting [...]
I'm super-super-strong
I got to see Superhoney at Johnny D’s on Friday, a rare treat. The crowd took a while to fill out but eventually took over the dance floor. They covered every inch of that cramped Johnny D’s stage and played all my favorites. Sunday my friends Blake and Jenny got married down in Mashpee, which [...]
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