Wait for me, okay?
Yes, I know that once again I've been a terrible blogger. You go to Vegas for a week and your whole life falls apart. Well, not really but it sounds like a good excuse. Truth be told, we've been trying to catch up on a lot of things during the hibernating period that falls between Valentine's Day and 78 degree days like today. And I can officially report that we're now almost at the point where I can say with certainty that not so much has been caught up. C'est la vie, n'est-ce pas?
But I don't want to delay anymore on one particular wedding that did get caught up in the rush to get caught up. One of the reasons is that the couple in this case, Gabrielle Garcia and Simon Beaumont, live across the Atlantic. And I know they've been waiting ever so patiently over there in England and I don't want them to wait any longer, particularly Simon's immediate family. The second reason is that Simon, like me, is a total Bruce Springsteen fanatic. And it's probably a good rule that you should always be kind to your fellow Springsteen fanatic. You never know when you'll need a ticket.
In fact, it's through Bruce that I first knew Gabi and Simon were my kind of people. We were doing an engagement shoot around the Mall a few months back and we started talking music. Listening to the car radio paly Mark Knopfler's Telegraph Road led to talking about Springsteen's Seeger Sessions, which of course led to Matt pulling out his iPhone and showing off the clip of his daughter singing Thunder Road when she was just four, something all my close friends are completely and utterly tired of by now. This is how it goes with me--one comment leads to another and suddenly we find we're musical twins.
Simon and Gabi were married at two of the loveliest places you could ask for, historic St. John's across form the White House, and the St. Regis Hotel, which looks beautiful after a long renovation. To give you an idea of how important St. John's is to this city, it just hosted President Obama for a private service on inauguration weekend, a tradition dating back to Franklin Roosevelt's presidency.
I've been on a lucky streak of sorts: the weather was absolutely perfect, with beautiful backlight in the late afternoon. I wondered if Simon's friends and family got the notion that every February is like that here. And we even had a brief moment of levity as Gabi and her dad exited the Sofitel practically on top of another bride and groom leaving for their own wedding
After the ceremony no limos needed, as the newly married couple walked down the block on a gorgeous winter evening. Bonnie Schwartz, wedding planner extraordinaire, made sure everything looked absolutely beautiful. (By the way, Gabi and Simon's first dance was, not surprisingly, by a certain guy who hails from New Jersey.)
Anyway, it's good to be back and I hope I'll keep the time between posts a bit shorter from now on.
For a mini-gallery of Gabi and Simon's pictures, click here.
Now there's a beautiful river in the valley ahead
There 'neath the oaks bough soon we will be wed
Should we lose each other in the shadow of the evening trees
Ill wait for you
And should I fall behind
Wait for me
Darlin I'll wait for you
Should I fall behind
Wait for me
Matt
