Alan Brier made the bagel run.
The sky is overcast. It's a bit cold--60--but that doesn't keep people out of the hot tub. The photographer comes in--Thayer. She and her assistant are dressed in black, like Ninjas. They are so warm and relaxed, unobtrusive, often shooting from the hip--lots of candids, little posing. Soon, she becomes more like a guest and family member. She contacts a personal meteorologist that you can hire by phone. He examines his charts, pronounces that there is no chance whatsoever for rain in Napa today and charges $50 to our VISA. Darryl begins to braid Marjorie' s hair, and her attendants apply makeup from a 40 lb. bag.
Darryl does hair
I help Jonathan to put on his cufflinks, which belonged to his Uncle
Sam. He is also wearing his Uncle Sam's signet ring and his Papa Joe's
gold pocket watch. I bless him as I will soon bless Marjorie. Tears again.
We commit to having the wedding outdoors in the meadow, even though the
sky is overcast. Jill has decorated the redwood footbridge over the stream
to the upper meadow with tiny milkcans filled with lavender and wildflowers
and violet mesh voile. It is so lovely. My tears begin again.
Crossing the footbridge Placecards
Climbing up the hill, I hear the friends of Cio-Cio-San singing, "Amici! I am the most beautiful girl in Japan!"
Up come Marjorie and Jonathan for the ketubah signing and bedeken. Marjorie is radiant. Her dress is perfect. Dress #3 is the one--cream form-fitting bodice made of silk matte jersey with tulle long sleeves, skirt, and shoulder length veil. Her purple and green bouquet is perfect. She has never looked more beautiful. She is perfect.
Jonathan, who got a haircut yesterday, is elegant in his dark blue striped Hugo Boss suit, with bright green and purple tie with daisies, Marjorie's favorite flower. The witnesses, Jill Davidson,Abbe Don, Lawrence "Axil" Comross, and Howard Rheingold (who wore a florid sex symbol suit to the barbecue and today wears a Buick red silk suit that Doug Cruickshank says was last seen on Bobby Darin) all sign the ketubah. Howard and Axil have written their Hebrew names on the backs of their hands so that they may copy them onto the ketubah correctly (this is how they got through college?). V'hakol sharir v'kayam--e tutto e' fatto (and all is done in order).
Then I bless Marjorie. I can barely speak. I hold her face in my hands
Then, the procession. The guests were seated on benches in the grove, facing the stand of redwood trees, beneath which the ceremony would take place The band stood to the side, playing in slow klezmer style Ki Tin'am, the same Israeli folksong to which Carol walked down the aisle, which I had arranged and sent to them. First came the huppah bearers. We had borrowed 4 brass huppah poles, which Marjorie, with the help of Mr. ThreeD, had wrapped in barber pole fashion with purple and green ribbon. Hooked to the top of each pole was a corner of the tallit, plain wool black and white, that we had given Jonathan for his aufrauf. The huppah bearers were Jonathan' sister, Ellen Steuer; Jonathan's cousin, Andy Steuer; Marla Steuer, M & J's sister-in-law; Lori Rutter, Marjorie's friend from Harvard, who makes it a habit to lead processions. They came down the stairs, crossed the redwood bridge, and entered the grove."Our sister--be as legions of ten thousand.
May God bless you and watch over you.
May God shine the light of his face upon you and give you grace.
May God bring his face to you and grant you peace."
and, to joyful klezmermusic, off they went to yihud (a
solitary moment, with the entry guarded by Joel).