The Single Senior Goes to a Wedding


Melissa and Matt exchange vows

Melissa and Matt exchange vows

I flew to Manhattan for the wedding of Melissa, the daughter of my friend of fifty-odd years, Linda. The weather was quit un-New York like:  clear, in the 70’s and not humid. The bride and groom had been dating for ten years and had bought a condo together five years ago, so it was a joyous celebration of the ultimate commitment.

The wedding took place on the roof of the Bryant Park Grill. Linda and I stayed across the street at the Bryant Park Hotel. On Saturday, the day of the wedding, Linda was consumed with the bridal party hair and makeup sessions. I took the opportunity to walk around New York and inhale the pungent odors and reminisce about the past.

I starting going to New York, from the suburb of Teaneck, by myself when I was in fifth grade. I would take the bus to the 42nd Street port Authority. In those days, that area and Times Square were very seedy. My eleven-year-old self saw only excitement and mobs of interesting people. It was there on 42nd Street that I found out that you could get pizza without anchovies! And by the slice! So on that Saturday I walked towards my sister’s apartment on East 85th Street, past Rockefeller Plaza, St. Patrick’s Cathedral, F.A.O Schwartz, and Central Park to Bloomingdale’s. I had to take a bus the rest of the way as time was getting short. It costs $2.50 to ride, but half price for seniors if you go into the subway and get a token. I hadn’t so I had my two dollars and two quarters ready as I boarded the bus. Then I saw the sign that said, “Coins only.” I showed by dollar bills to the bus driver. He was impatient and told me to put the quarters in and sit down. I was lucky. Afterwards I heard horror stories of old ladies with shopping bags being refused entry because they didn’t have quarters.

After a fun family lunch with my brother and his wife and my sister and her boyfriend, I headed back. I went across 85th Street to Fifth Avenue. I intended to take a bus butt realized I still didn’t have quarters. I hailed a cab and it cost me $13.

Linda was just putting on her dress as I returned to the hotel. She looked gorgeous. Her navy blue floor-length gown dress was perfect. Off she went for pictures.

I got myself into my dress and jacket. The dress had a crisscross front. My voluptuousness runneth over. I had brought “magic strips” to contain myself. I used quite a few strips to get the closing to my idea of modesty.

The wedding went off beautifully, with one hundred and thirty people dressed up (black tie optional.) During the ceremony, I looked down and saw that a piece of the magic strip was showing. I tried to tuck it in, but the whole strip came off. Wardrobe malfunction! I don’t know why I didn’t go back across the street during the cocktail hour and re-tape myself. After deciding the dress was now too revealing, I put my gauzy jacket on backwards to avoid embarrassment. This photo was taken before I put my jacket backwards so it has been cropped for modesty.

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At the banquet, I noticed only four single seniors in the whole group:  me, Linda, her ex-husband, and a friend of ours. For the first dance, only couples joined the bride and groom. Then the five piece and played Oldies so everyone got up to dance in groups, uncoupled. This made for a very fun time. I have been at other formal occasion where that was taboo and I felt like the odd person out. This wedding was joyous!

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