Friday, March 2, 2018. A Delicious, Beautiful Wedding. My wife Mary Ann comes from a large family of very good-looking siblings, both old and young. I remember being told that when MA and I tied the knots. Dick Brennan Senior was probably the first to note this. "That's a lot of beautiful Irish girls,Tawm. You did say they're Irish, didn't you?" Not entirely, I said, but close enough. I may have been the most Irish person there other than Dick himself. And I know I'm nothing much to look it. The much-used quip that I have a face for radio, and I can't honestly say otherwise.
On the other hand, MA's nephews, nieces, and even uncles and great-aunts are genuine lookers. The generation that brings about the current run of celebration could have become magazine cover models.
They all seem to enjoy partying. Tonight was the rehearsal, with the eating and drinking taking place at Palmetto, a combination restaurant and catering facility in Slidell. I hear about frequently, particularly as pertains the private party capability. Looking through the windows facing east, you take in a vista that suggests a jump-off into an endless ocean, with only a few lights in the darkness beyond.
I'd say that food-wise Palmetto is better with the group events, based on the few I have attended. My radio show's long-time producer Mindy held her wedding at Palmetto, and it was unforgettable--even though it was pretty much a standard buffet.
Saturday, March 3, 2018. Now that the main run of sports seasons have about ended, I find myself on the air more often. This weekend I am engaged with radio food talk both on Saturday and Sunday. The former was especially long--three and a half hours. Mary Ann wanted me to show up for today's marriage-to-be, but I couldn't make it until most of the festivities are over. But they were more gauged on the women, among whom were several professional ballet dancers (the bride is one of them herself, but she had the day off) who certainly know how to wear a dress.
Sunday, March 4, 2018. A short radio show today, but it begins late enough that I would miss the wedding and the reception completely. It took place in a swell private home on the outside of Slidell, overlooking Lake Pontchartrain. When I arrive, there were dancers from far-flung metaphors--notably Israel and Venezuela.
The bride was as stunning as we all expected her to be. We will be talking about this event for a long time. I will look forward to learning how lovely the next generation of these gleeful celebrants will be when it's their turn.
Written by Tom Fitzmorris March 07, 2018 07:29 in
