Alexander arrives home late last night and informs me that he's forgotten his tie and bathing suit. And his planned attire for tonight is probably too formal. The invitation suggests, Beach Chic - your toes will definitely be in the sand! He's brought dress pants and a jacket.
We meet my niece Sally who's come back from Spain for the wedding; we all take the Hampton Jitney. Our trip out to Montauk (on the tip of Long Island) probably takes the same amount of time as it took Sally to fly from Barcelona — a long six hours in weekend traffic.
Our first stop, upon arriving, is clothes shopping. It's hot and sunny and there are better places to be. We are staying at Gurneys — it's right on the water. Instead of relaxing in beach chairs, we are shopping in downtown Montauk (no good men's clothing stores there) and then Gosman's Dock.
But the night is beautiful. About half the 300 guests attend the pre-wedding dinner. It's on a deck overlooking the ocean.
It's a joyous occasion. Guests have arrived from as far away as Israel, and everyone is honored to be here.
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| the two grande dames: Grandmas Phyllis (88) and Rita (95) |
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| with Alexander in his new clothes |
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| with Chloe, Jen and Carolyn |
And as promised, dinner is on the beach with many toes literally in the sand.
There are many toasts; all heartfelt, many hilarious. But the sentiment in all of them is the same — these are two extraordinary people, and their obvious love and happiness in having found each other is palpable.
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