Not a lot of posting here yesterday. My fine friend Earl Kress went and got himself hitched to a fine lady named Denise Stanley and I was one of his three Best Men. Amazingly, it was only the second wedding I've ever attended in my life. The first was when Howie Morris married what turned out to be his last of quite a few wives. Earl's wedding had better food than Howie's and as far as I can tell, no one doubting that the marriage would last. On the other hand, Howie's had more people in attendance who'd either worked with Sid Caesar or actually were Sid Caesar.
The bride yesterday was exquisite in an off-white gown and Earl looked pretty sharp in his tux. Matter of fact, everyone looked pretty good although I made the mistake of wearing a dark green shirt with a light green sport coat and earth-tone slacks. The wedding was held in an outdoor garden and the greenskeepers kept trying to water my outfit. My companion, the lovely Carolyn Kelly, was even lovelier than usual in a cranberry-colored dress. When we stood together, we must have looked like a big Christmas decoration.
I don't want to seem to be taking any credit for this happy union but this website played a part in it. Earl and Denise knew each other years ago, having met when they were performing in a local theatrical production of Bells Are Ringing. At some point, they drifted apart and married others. Five years ago, Denise found herself thinking of Earl and she Googled him just to see if there was any news. The Googling led her to my website where he'd been recently mentioned and she sent me an e-mail, asking if I could put them back in touch. I did…and it turned out they were both divorced. You can figure out the rest. (Bells Are Ringing was the underlying theme of the festivities. The score was played throughout, and the invites and program were designed to look like a Playbill for a production of that musical.)
I'd never been a Best Man before. I've never really been a Best Anything so before I went, I did my own Google search to find out what my responsibilities entailed. I found one page on etiquette that said, in so many words, that the job of the Best Man is to not get in the way of the happiness of the event. Hey, even I couldn't muck that up; not with that much happiness in the air.