Our good friend, Jenny (in the polka dots) led the way, belting out the lyrics. I'm not Jewish, but I've been to a fair share of Jewish weddings over the years. I knew enough to hold hands, link arms, skip around and twirl.
Then this happened.
We were hoisted up to ridiculous heights in flimsy folding chairs. At first, too many men held me in the back with not enough support in the front. I felt myself slipping forward into face plant position. It was exhilarating! Glancing over at Hal flying high above the string lights was one of my favorite moments of the night.
My buddy, Jeremy, aka DJ Bishop, spun some old-school hip hop to get the party started right. You may remember him from my Mad Men-inspired birthday in Palm Springs. He used to DJ all our college parties at USC.
At one point, Luqman challenged Hal to a dance-off...
Requiring ultimate concentration.
I'm not sure who won, but it was the first time I ever saw Hal attempt the splits. I guess it takes an extra special occasion.
And wherever there's a bridge, I go under.