But first, earlier in the day, before any knot tying, before watermelon mojito slurping, before a hava nagila frenzy, came the diner. Like bagels and pizza, a trip to the NY area wouldn't be complete without a stop at a real diner. Dad's Copake Diner was a nice substitute, even if it wasn't of the 2,000 page menu/24-hour/surly waiter variety.
The Colen/Blackadder/Yaffe/Ryder clan was accompanied by Uncle Bozo's old friend, Ron, who had the audacity to show up in a NY Yankees shirt*. (Yellow, naturally. Hah!)
Not on the menu, but still delicious to Dash, was Grandma Laurie's purse.
Grandma Laurie finally got her purse back, and was happy to find a baby still attached.
Uncle Bozo, not wanting any photographic record of Aunty Dianne's "accidental" black eye, used his soft-serve ice cream to hide the truth. (Exhibit A: Wife-beater t-shirt.)
Meanwhile, as Aunt Debby nodded off and Grandaddy Don relayed to Ron the latest tennis scores, Grandma Laurie not-so-stealthily stole someone's dessert.
Mommy made Dash wonder what someone has to do to get fed around this joint.
Finally, Dash said, "Enough with this stupid diner sidebar. Get back to the damn wedding story."
Right, the wedding. It was a day of celebration.
The forecast called for thunderstorms, but Mother Nature arrived with the perfect wedding gift: sun.
(NOTE: FOR SOME REASON, THE REST OF THIS POST WAS NOT PUBLISHED AND THE TEXT HAS DISAPPEARED. DADDY IS WORKING TO REWRITE IT. ARRRRGGGHHH!)
2 comments:
So, you must know about every cool diner in every city worth visiting! Granny Pokey
Dear Granny Pokey: the wonder of this diner was that it was a replica of the type of diners we had in the NY area, and looked just like a 50's diner of my memory. I even ate (horrors!) a hamburger, french fries and a chocolate egg cream. I was in pig heaven. The Dashiell chomped merrily on the cord of my purse, attesting to his good taste.
love, g'ma laurie
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