Back That Thang Up

We went to a wonderful wedding celebration just last weekend, and it was a joy to participate in an event that is such a damn leap of faith! Just when I think we're at the gates of hell climbing out of our collective handbasket, someone or something reminds me that life just goes on. People meet, fall in love, believe it will be forever, and decide to celebrate in grand style. The church was breathtaking--a hexagonal cathedral in perhaps the worst part of Detroit--but just the right place. The bride looked like Grace Kelly and my daughter, the rogue bridesmaid, wore a stunning black Vera Wang gown and cleared the dance floor with her handsome escort. When they announced the hustle, I was proud to hear her say--"don't worry, watch my Mom, she knows how to do it." Those years of teaching in the city paid off when it came to shaking that money maker.