A memorable wedding (Part 4)

The ocean was blue and some shoulders were holding up on Stinson’s usually closed-out sets. I felt the warm breeze that blew in from the south as it crept across the beach. Off in the distance somewhere a seagull was balancing on a sea rock looking for an afternoon snack. Children ran back and forth along the pie-crust sand chasing kites or soccer balls.

I was dressed in a light tan Calvin Klein suit with a white button down undershirt and a cornflower blue vest, tie and handkerchief.

When I turned back toward the crowd I didn’t think I would see anyone. Usually when I’m on the beach I’m alone. There in front of me were dozens of family members. My parents who flew in from New York just a few days prior. My best man Joe, who did the same. Paul, his wife Jen, James, Shannon, all our friends from the News-Sentinel all special in my heart stood with waiting smiles.

I turned to the aisle and there she was, under the arms of her brother from so far away in Ohio. To say she looked like an angel dressed in white would be too simple and easy. I can only leave her glowing beauty undescribed.

Natalie and Lenny walked up passed people from all over California and the United States. Up a white long white runner lined with a few red rose petals.

The ceremony to me was a blur. I remember distinctly the I do’s and the nervousness that flooded over me as I read over my vows that Paul had written down in his black book for me as I verbally spewed them off the days before.

I remember directly after the grey sky’s of the coast lifted away to a crisp sunshine. I remember hugging my mom and dad who never cry, as they cried on the sand. I remember Natalie’s vows and how long it took to pour our bi-colored unity sand into a tall cylindrical glass. I remember our kiss and the smiles on her brothers faces because we were all now brothers.

I gave Natalie a larger-than-life hug after we all started to disperse toward the photos and reception.

Clouds usually won’t disperse on windless days at the coast, but they did. The sun made the sea twinkle like a crowd filled with a million sparkling smiles. I turned, silently thanked the Pacific for making it to my wedding day and left with an ocean of elation in my heart.

A memorable wedding (part 3)

I ran into my room and took a shower. The wedding photos were in an hour.

After I was done I was frantically walking around the room looking for my clothes only in my boxers. I needed to calm down.

I took a swig of Jack.

“Knock Knock.”

It was Joe and James.

“Let me take that jacket and pants your mom said they need to be ironed.” said James. I showed him the wrinkled khaki suit. ” Yup definitely needs to be ironed.” Soon James had run outside and I had no clothes left.

” Joe can you trim my hair in the back of my head?” I asked.

He laughed “Sure.”

I had a bottle of Jack in my hand taking a small swig here and there in my boxers while joe trimmed my neck line. In comes James with someones dress in his hands.

“Do you know who this belongs to?”

Then in came the photographer, Adalto, snapping photos.

What a sight. It looked like something out of The Birdcage. We all started to laugh.

James holding up a dress, me in my boxers, joe with a cigarette and a shaver and all of us sipping whiskey.

After the laughter was over we put on a World Cup match to attempt and bring back our manliness. Soon I was dressed in my Calvin Klein suit. Joe, James and Paul were adorned with Hawaiian shirts I had bought them as a gift.

After the pictures of us guys were taken, we all walked to the beach, checking the waves and me preparing for an I do.

A memorable wedding (part 2)

Paul and I paddled ashore and walked to the car with Joe and Jen. It was chilly and I needed to get back to keep a promise.

The night before I told Lenny and Robert that I would take them surfing on Stinson Beach in the morning after we rented them wetsuits. I couldn’t break a promise like that. I had my mom, Vicki, take them over to the surf shop right up the street and had them fitted for rentals. Paul and I got the boards ready for them when we got back from Bolinas.

It was surf session 2 on the day of my wedding.

Lenny was easy. He grabbed a board and paddled right out under the tutelage of Paul. I took Robert who at first froze with cold and fright in the icy waters. With persuading and a lot of “just trust mes” Robert slowly got on one of the long boards and I paddled him out.

“Not any farther this is good! This is good!” said Robert.

I was about chest deep and the waves were about 3 -4 feet hight. For a 10 year old thats a tsunami.

“HANG ON!”

I pushed robert as hard as I could on the board when a small white water wave came. He shot out of it like a canon and rode it all the way to shore. He was hooked.

Eventually, Robert was taking Paul’s super fish out and paddling on his own.

Lenny was standing up in no time. The kid is a natural at board sports. I saw him drop down off the top of a slope at Heavenly in Tahoe on only his second time of riding. Surfing was no different.

Lenny would paddle out past the whitewater and fight for a wave. After a while of not catching waves he would get into the soup and play around eventually standing up and directing the board. Surfing.

“What time is it!?? Shit I have to get dressed!”