I guess there’s nothing quite like a Lazar wedding. Anyone who was at Pete’s wedding yesterday will understand (though I don’t know if Liz’s wedding was quite as eccentric). They tell me I’ve known the Lazars most of my life, but I don’t really have any memories of them except for the last 6 years. Such are parents friends sometimes.
To those who weren’t there, highlights included a dog in the wedding party, breaking of the glass - Jewish style (Pete’s Dad, as it turns out, is Jewish), uncontrollable weeping from Pete, elaborate stories (read: lies) from Pete’s Dad, inflatable boobies, generally a lot of laughs and many heartfelt speeches.
I raise my breakfast glass of fruit punch, to Pete and Trish Lazar!
Wow! Sounds like some of the wedding festivities were fairly bizarre (or should I say, “Laz-arre?”)
Did any of the speeches involve painfully awkward accounts of childbirth (complete with detailed descriptions of “protrouding legs” and “unusual delivery positions?”). I know a couple who had that happen at that their wedding, and it was apparently extremely amusing!
Mike?! Where is this guy?
Call us man.