My high school friend Stephanie got married on Saturday. At the rehearsal dinner the previous night, each of our steaks came with a nice little side–a side shot of tequila. The shots on Friday were just a precursor to what was to come.
The ceremony was at our school church. But the real party was at the reception in Pleasanton at the Ruby Hill golf course club house. Wow! The venue reminded me of my friend Sam’s wedding in South Africa. Very classy and glamorous.
The DJ made the wedding. He had oldies and youngies packed on the dance floor playing air guitar, jumping up and down, and slamming into each other in moshpit fashion. At midnight, people were screaming, “One more song. One more song!” This was midnight when grandparents should be on their way back to the convalescent homes. No, kids (up way past their bedtime) were running around. Grandma and grandpa were watching from their seats. The place was packed.
I yelled, “Vanilla Ice. Ice, Ice, Baby.” And the DJ played it! A few of the guys (Steph’s friends from college) looked like they’d been waiting a lifetime for this song, lip-synching along with their perfected Vanilla Ice dance moves. There was a photographer there, but too bad a videographer wasn’t on-site. I’m telling you…that wedding needed a videographer to capture that spirit on camera. Filipinos Gone Wild!