When my sister first called me to tell me that her fiancé wanted to get married on a gondola, I laughed. My first comment was, are you going to have one of those guys in striped shirts warbling out O Sole Mio? “It’s not funny!” she wailed. And she was right. It wasn’t funny. It was genius. Well, maybe not quite genius, since I don’t want my new brother-in-law to get a big head, but it was pretty damn memorable.
Terry and Brenden met when I was sixteen. Yes, SIXTEEN, as in about half my lifetime ago. I remember her coming home from a party at her friend’s house and saying that she met this guy who looked like Ethan Hawke (I still don’t see the resemblance, but hey, that’s probably a good thing these days). Amazingly, they kept in touch while Terry finished college and then made the move back to LA.
In her maid of honor speech at my wedding, my sister said that my husband and I were two of the most responsible people she knows. Yeah, we’re not an overly emotional family, so my word for her is independent. She’s one of the toughest people I know – like the “I don’t need nuthin’ from no one” types who could handle themselves in a street fight (she’s small but scrappy). So I remember being almost horrified when I saw what a softie she is with Brenden. Who was this girl and what did she do with my sister? It really does take a special man to soften her up – she calls him things like “poopie” and he calls her things like “bunny” and I almost want to die of sugar shock. In a good way of course. Because I’ve never seen her happier.
Terry and Brenden tied the knot on a perfect day in Newport Beach. In a fleet of four gondolas full of family, we sipped sparkling cider, drank in the serenity of Newport Harbor, and witnessed those two goofballs proclaim their everlasting commitment to one another. And it was gorgeous. Congratulations.
Brenden eagerly awaiting his bride.
Father of the groom. Terry likes to call him JR. It’s legit – these guys originally hail from Texas.