Okay, okay, Allyson and Chris kind of took over the rallies. So the only two names we had to look forward to were Jaffe, as in Allyson, and White, as in Chris. Between Washington politics, comedy stylings, and the simple hustle and rush of a wedding, a really fantastic wedding took place at the Old Ebbit Grill, thank you as always Bobbilyn! All was made clear of what family and friends were in store for with the buttons alone.
Those pre-wedding jitters were there, though the inside joke was that they were just doing a dry run, having already taken advantage of a municipal facility to keep things on the up and up. No, just one of the little laughs was how people who make their way in the world up in front of strangers and friends at all times, could still, at the appropriate time, stop and be in awe of each other. Most men I know will never be in a wedding dress, at least not if they win all their bets, but most every woman I know has or will. Almost to a person they talk of feeling the eyes of the world on them, that they are visible to everyone. Allyson, as adorable and beautiful as she is, felt the same thing, all those eyes, it’s just she probably doesn’t remember the sensation from when she was small. Allow me to wax romantic, there are few things in our lives as consistently and undeniably optimistic about ourselves and individuals or societal as a wedding. Take away all the circumstance and matching chargers, and you are left with one thing, the wedding dress. People from everywhere respond to the dress, more visceral than any flag or slogan, and more universal. From the white western dress to the Saree styles, or magnificent Hanbok, people stop and see and wonder about it all. Even before the most jaded cat call, every bride, from every place, causes the breath to be held and the eyes to widen just a little bit more.
Allyson was no different to all but one, and he was Chris. To make people laugh is his gift, on this day Chris also made a gift of all his attention, all his focus, and all his smiling to Allyson. She was radiant, and charmingly self aware. That wedding gown does cut both ways it seems.
Not so with the reception I should add, With the rooftop cocktail party, and a stunning sunset over the White House, every one of the guests was treated to a beautiful DC evening; a little warm, a little sticky, and a lot of people. That’s not even counting the Karaoke, the Washington Post, the lip synching of the Backstreet Boys/N-Sync/Miley Cyrus….yes, it’s true, all the guys knew all the words to the Miley Cyrus stuff, who’d have guessed?
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