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Yesterday I went to a wedding of a very good guy friend of mine. I have known him now for over 7 years and in that time he has truly been like a brother to me. A devilish brother but a brother nevertheless. I met him the same day that I started working for one of my famous clients. He was his personal assistant which translated into my daily contact.
He and I instantly hit it off. We shared the same sense of humor, the same love of art and music and the same love of people. Only difference, I was married and he was single. Single, working for a star and handsome. Deadly combination.
I loved hearing all his dating stories and took him out with me and my girlfriends all the time. He was fun and he was safe. Sort of. I had to warn him a few times to stay away from my innocent interns and to please “not go there” with a few of my friends only because I knew he was a player. Love ‘em and leave ‘em. And as you can imagine, we got into our share of arguments about the way he treated women. But we also talked a lot about life and what would ultimately make him happy.
Two plus years ago, he emailed me pictures of a girl he met at some fundraiser. And told me he was in love. Later that same week I visited him in his office and saw all kinds of pictures of this chick hanging all over him and his cubicle. It had not been a week. (And they say girls take things too fast.) I told him to play it cool (thought I would never say this to him) and just to take it slow. You have to understand, his last girlfriend I nicknamed “scabby bitch.” This girl slayed him and then treated him like last season’s shoes.
But this one was different. He was dying for me to meet her and was he was so god-damned happy that it was contagious. Everyone noticed the change in him. He noticed the change in him. This girl was a keeper. More importantly, I liked her.
Yesterday was an incredible day. Steve and Diana got hitched and their love for each other and love for life itself permeated the air. I have to admit I woke up in a cranky mood. I was away all week and was tired. When I got home Friday night I had a birthday dinner and then had the wedding. The last thing I wanted to do was set my alarm, get up at the crack of dawn and drive almost three hours to a wedding. But it was for Zip and as we get older, we realize the importance of doing things for the friends we love.
My mood changed the minute I walked into the church and saw all his hockey buddies. I too had become good friends with many of these guys. It was a mini reunion of sorts. And we were all family in a way. Even our famous friend flew in for the occasion. He has been away shooting a movie and was not sure if he would be able to make it. Seven years of practically unconditional service in my opinion, you make sure. He came through (thank god). The day also gave me the chance to meet his family. I have seen them all in pictures, talked with them on the phone and knew about them through stories. But to put the faces with the names was a great feeling. His mom hugged me and told me she recognized me immediately from all of his photos too. I now understand why he is the way he is. His mother is a sweetheart and I am so glad to have finally met her. Zip actually met my parents a few years back. He and my Dad went on a few rides at an event we produced at an amusement park.
Our table was a good table. Good people and good placement. And for the rest of the day all we did was laugh, dance, drink and laugh some more. All for the deliriously happy couple. The combination of their joy and the rented photo booth made for a truly special day. Below are some highlights. Obviously the more we drank, the sillier we got. The mood is captured here in the series below. There are a bunch more strips – half of which are now in an album for the bride and groom and the other half in my friends purses and jacket pockets. At one point, we had our entire table in the photo booth. That my friends is what life is all about.
The pursuit of happiness and the happily ever after.
Cheers Steve and Diana. Thank you for reminding us how it’s done.