Pictured: My rehearsal dinner @ Classic Car Club of Manhattan. Yes, the Man on the Move is now married.
In case you’re not familiar with the American rehearsal dinner tradition, allow me to provide some context. The night before nuptials, close friends and family gather around for a spirited night of drinking, dining, toasting, roasting, and slideshowinging. Despite its name, no actual rehearsing of any kind actually goes on. Instead, people hunker down, shoot the shit and decide whether to laugh, cry or cringe at the array of wedding party speeches taking place in rapid succession. It’s a blast.
Being that my involvement in most of the major wedding decisions or happenings was that of a supporting role [I accepted that truth early on in the planning process], I jumped at the opportunity to sprinkle a little car dust onto the rehearsal dinner. So instead of a cozy restaurant venue, we instead opted for a downtown garage packed with cool cars parked alongside well appointed dinner tables. As I suspected, cocktails and friends/family can only be made better with beautiful automotive sculpture as the backdrop.
Yes, I do bar mitzvahs too.
Photo Source: JJ Ignotz Photography