NYC - Day 2 - The Wedding

Today we woke up really late. The red-eye was finally catching up to us. E slept like 13 hours. By the time we got dressed and left the room the continental breakfast had long since passed us by. No worries, I thought, we'll just head on over to the deli next door. Alas the deli had a sign posted in the window indicating that it was closed today for some reason. It didn't seem like a regular closure, more like something came up and they had to shut down.

So there we were, sitting in front of the hotel thinking about where to eat. As we were sitting there twiddling our thumbs another couple exits the hotel. "Where are you off to?" I inquire. "The mall." they responded.

We had time to kill before we had to get ready for the wedding so we tagged-along with them BACK to the Roosevelt-Something-Or-Other-Mall again. And you know what that meant. We'd be eating at the cursed food court! Once again I find myself swimming in the lake of fire that is food court hell. This time we chose Johnny Rockets, a place I often see but never eat at in LA. So I wolfed down my nasty-ass burger with no tomato and E had a shitty club sandwich. However bad it was it was fuel in the system and enough to hold us over until dinner tonight. Oh, Long Island, how crappy ye eateries are. How I long to feast in Manhattan. Just two more days to go until we hit the big citay.




After the mall it was time to head back to our room to get cute for the wedding. Then we headed down to the lobby to mingle with the rest of the crew until the wedding shuttle came to scoop us up to take us to our final destination, The Coral House.







Once there we were ushered into the wedding chapel for the service.



The wedding went off without incident. The standard vows and I-dos. Now it was time to hit the open bar and grub, the real reason I showed up (kidding).






The first stage was the cocktail reception with appetizers. There were so many appetizers that people were stuffing their faces like it was the dinner. There was roast beef sammiches, pot stickers, fish, shrimp, rice, bread, cornbread, dinner rolls, shrimp cocktail. I'm supposed to chase all that with a prime rib dinner? Sheeeit, I knew that was gonna be a tall order and it was.

I tried to have a tactical approach to the open bar. I wanted one type of drink all night because I didn't want to mix. I had to keep telling myself that moderation was key. I didn't want ghosts from open bar past haunting me. I figured I was on Long Island, so my adult beverage of choice would be the notorious Long Island Iced Tea. A drink that has caused me many a painful morning in the past.

The bartender wasn't f'ing around. As he was filling the hi-ball glass with four different types of spirits, I was wondering when he was gonna add the g'damn coke. With about a half an inch to spare he takes his eye-dropper out and drops in one drop of cola for color. I tasted this sumbitch and it was at least 150 octane. I had to get it back down to 85 octane for me to drink, so I had to mix it with two additional glasses of cola. No joke.

After the cocktail feast reception ended, we went upstairs for the main reception. The wedding party was introduced one couple at a time. Each couple had their own music and little choreographed dance routine to enter on. It was pretty damn cool. I damn near got out there to shake my ass as they were coming in.







Once that concluded we were seated to MORE appetizers: pasta, bread, and a Caesar salad. By the time the prime rib came out I was midway through my food coma. All I could muster was two bites. It was a beautiful piece of meat too.

With all this food in our bellies, it was time to cut a rug and work it off. Here are some various shots of the reception:










Here's the slideshow for the entire day. Click on the pic to advance to the next:





On to Day 3!!!!

Labels: nyc, travel

posted by Bdub at 10:31 PM