At the Corinthian Yacht Club of Philadelphia, a gull kept hopping along the railing like it had a place card, and someone inside was already laughing over a crooked boutonniere. It was May 16, the kind of early evening where the wind snuck through the open doors and...
“Is this line for pretzels or the bar at Fegley’s Allentown Brew Works?” someone asked, already half-turned the other way. It was that kind of early shuffle. May 16 had sun poking through the tall windows and a soft clatter from the bar. I could smell hops when the...
At Hotel Du Village, a server slipped past with a tray of mini crab cakes while someone near me asked if we were skipping the ceremony. We were. The room already hummed. Glasses clinked, lights low, that soft buzz right before the names get shouted. Introductions...
“Is this feather crooked?” someone asked me, tilting a headband toward the gold backdrop at Swan Caterers in Philadelphia PA. The photo booth light flashed, then again, and the printer hummed out a strip with four frames and a smudge of lipstick in the last one. It...
At the Rodin Museum on June 1, a kid by the fountain asked his mom, “Are we allowed to touch the statues?” and three people in front of me turned like they had also thought about it. The evening light in Philadelphia, PA slid over the stone and the roses leaned in the...
“At least make me taller,” someone joked as she squinted into the ring light at Union Trust. It was February 17, coats still damp from the walk in, and people were already lining up for the photo booth like it was a warm lamp. Earlier, during the ceremony, Mary paused...
