You can take the boys out of college, but sometimes you can't take the college out of the boys.Dave and I journeyed to New Jersey this past weekend for the wedding of one of his college roommates. Scott is now a pediatrician working in the Bronx and his lovely wife Kristina does something on camera for a communications network in Connecticut. We thoroughly enjoyed meeting up with the Hobart College gang at their wedding.
Scott and Kristina said their vows in a beautiful Episcopal church that was built (by my guess) in the early 1800s. The wedding had many Irish elements to honor Scott's heritage, complete with a bagpiper playing as the couple out of the church. The reception was a lavish affair with beautiful flowers, lighted trees, a Yankee Stadium groom's cake, real silver flatware, Italian wedding songs to honor Kristina's heritage, and several yummy courses at dinner. It was held at a snazzy country club just a mile or so away from the hotel. I have to say the event was worthy to
grace the pages of Bride's magazine or be featured on Lifetime. 
((See the flowers on the cake? Those are edible. See the silverware? Someone had to polish that. ))
Scott and Kristina said their vows in a beautiful Episcopal church that was built (by my guess) in the early 1800s. The wedding had many Irish elements to honor Scott's heritage, complete with a bagpiper playing as the couple out of the church. The reception was a lavish affair with beautiful flowers, lighted trees, a Yankee Stadium groom's cake, real silver flatware, Italian wedding songs to honor Kristina's heritage, and several yummy courses at dinner. It was held at a snazzy country club just a mile or so away from the hotel. I have to say the event was worthy to
grace the pages of Bride's magazine or be featured on Lifetime. 
((See the flowers on the cake? Those are edible. See the silverware? Someone had to polish that. ))
And where did the host knowingly seat the Hobart and William Smith graduates? At a table in the corner, and for good reason. We'd just gotten through the first course of thick, delicious crab cakes when a server brought around gravy boats of salad dressing for our next course. It took under two minutes for the guys to collect $100 bucks from the table-- enough to dare one of their buddies to drink the entire gravy boat of ranch dressing. And, Charles did it in one very long, very gross gulp while his buddies hooted and hollered and recorded it on their cell phones. We had the vinaigrette on our salads, but didn't feel like eating for a bit. 
Another bet circled to get someone else to eat the plate of rose shaped butter pats, but they couldn't find a taker. Charles just sat there staring at his beer for awhile, not daring to start drinking again. I'm sure this event will be brought up every time the group gets back together. It doesn't matter that these men work in the financial district of Manhattan, for the gov't in DC, testing pharmaceutical drugs as phDs, or designing homes in Boston. They went right back to the mentality they had eight years ago.
Nothing works better to bring you back down to earth at a high brow event like this, than a gravy boat of full ranch dressing and a dare.
Another bet circled to get someone else to eat the plate of rose shaped butter pats, but they couldn't find a taker. Charles just sat there staring at his beer for awhile, not daring to start drinking again. I'm sure this event will be brought up every time the group gets back together. It doesn't matter that these men work in the financial district of Manhattan, for the gov't in DC, testing pharmaceutical drugs as phDs, or designing homes in Boston. They went right back to the mentality they had eight years ago.
Nothing works better to bring you back down to earth at a high brow event like this, than a gravy boat of full ranch dressing and a dare.
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