That’s One Big Apple
There have been sooo many people who have expressed to me that ‘Chicago is a clean New York’. ‘London is the European version of New York’. ‘Philly is like the hippie version of New York’. Lemme tell you something, in my opinion, there is NO place like New York City. The end of the rainbow may not always ground itself in NYC, but the colours sure shine close.
A few years ago, my Brother, best friend, Erica, and her beau, Collin, drove my Honda Element from Northern Michigan to New York City, to attend our dear chum, Mandy’s, wedding in Brooklyn. The hijinks which ensued were absolutely proof positive that anything can happen in that City. Any.Thing.
Best friend Erica & I were asked to be in the wedding ceremony, which was easily answered with an over-enthusiastic ‘YES!’ For two chicks from the Mid-West, travelling to NYC for a January wedding in the Botanic Gardens of Brooklyn and spending several days running around the City was pretty much the equivalent of parading coolness (albeit perhaps only in our minds) along many fluffy Manhattan-like clouds. We’d heard about the City and it’s jewelled randomness’s and we were hitched and giddy-upped to go.
The plan which unfolded once we entered Grand Central Station was that each passenger from the Honda Element would procure one day in which s/he could choose the antics for the rest of the crowd. Thus, the four of us experienced the Staten Island ferry, Ground Zero (which was truly moving watching the ongoing construction and running trains lifting part of the City back to life), warehouse discount shopping, FAO Schwarz in Times Square, Greenwich Village, Tiffany’s (sigh), MoMA (double sigh), and up to Central Park for a visit to Murray Rothbard’s apartment. Needless to say, eclecticism was at it’s dearest.
Speaking of eclecticism, here’s the 4-1-1 on what I believe to be one of NYC/Brooklyn’s finest displays of matrimonies. We have chum Mandy, who, while adoring her family and certainly respecting their religious path, choose to leave Mormonism and we also have the second half, her husband-to-be of Chinese descent. In addition to this, a few of the wedding party’s Groomsmen were Jewish. (I’m writing you this, darling Readers, so that you can fully comprehend the varied backgrounds and eventual outcome of this ‘Anything Can Happen in New York’ affair.)
As I stated, the weddin’ took place in the middle of January (those who are familiar with Mid-West & East Coast temperatures let’s all heave a collective ‘Burrrrr’!) over to the Botanic Gardens in Brooklyn. We had our photographs taken in a Winter Garden lined with rocks & water, I walked down a makeshift isle which would later double as a dance floor and then triple into a dinning area, wore a pair of the meanest heels ever and was treated to a pair of the yummiest sparkly slippers ever, and then came the Hora.
Picture a traditional Jewish wedding dance in which the couple are seated, lifted in their chairs, and then bounced along the dance floor by their wedding party. Secured that image? Swell, now throw this into the mix: beautiful Caucasian, once Mormon and now not so much bride from Ohio & desperately handsome Connecticut-based Chinese non-Jewish Groom. You wanna talk ‘There is NO place like New York City’, that’s when I bust out my Renounced-Mormon-made-it-from-Ohio-to-NYC-Conneticut-Chinese-Jewish-non-Jewish-let’s-have-Sushi-for-dinner-traditional-American-wedding story.
Sure, it may not be the most outlandish affair to hit NYC, but to a Girl from a small town in Northern Michigan it was definitely one of my most charismatic experiences. And I still get a wicked grin placed on my puss whenever I’m lucky enough to think about it. I ♥ New York.