It was a warm day for November, fortunately, and the caretaker of this particular reception hall had apparently been doing sit-ups under parked cars for most of her life and so did not notice the thump-thump-thump of the full keg up the marble steps of the hall.* So it all went off without a hitch. Mike and I got the keg into place without incident and my guests were treated to a post-Prohibition wedding reception.
It’s been quite a ride, this last decade and a half.
I’d do it again.
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*She also managed to convince herself that I was at least three different people and at 8am the next morning called to complain to me about one of the other mes. “I’ll talk to him,” I told her.
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Happy anniversary to you two, too! I'd do it all over again except I'd elope.
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