Benjie left at 6:45 to return to Chicago...he had to work on Wednesday. So he left nice and early. Except that whenever someone needs to make an early flight, I get all wacky and wake up like 8 million times during the night because I'm petrified they are going to oversleep.
So he left. D and I slept in
So we went to my sister in law Tamar in Teaneck, and met up with my other sister in law Debby for lunch. Dovi had pizza and french fries for the 8 millionth time. It was so lovely-I don't think we've ever done that-all four sisters/sisters in law out for a ladies lunch. Of course, we forgot to snap a picture.
Then, Dovi and I went back to Tamar's to get ready for the event of the century....
Dovi, as you all know, has gone to Camp Simcha Special for 5 years. For the first 4 of those 5 years, he had the same counselor, Nochum (Nuchie) Schapiro. They absolutely adore each other.
Wednesday night was Nuchie's wedding. (This part is for my Orthodox readers). Nuchie is Chabad, so like most good Chabad boys, he got married at 770. I've never been to Crown Heights before. It was an adventure. Since Benjie had left town, I enlisted my brother Aaron to chaperone us to the blessed event. I think he enjoyed himself.
We actually missed the ceremony because I didn't bother to check the invitation and notice that it was a start of 4:30, with the ceremony at 5:30. And Aaron had a conference call from 4:00-4:30. At his office. 45 minutes from Teaneck. Which is in turn 45 minutes from Crown Heights. Without traffic. Oops. But anyway, the dancing wasn't scheduled to start until 8:30 so we figured we'd be fine. Which we were.
We got there at 7:45ish. First, we ran in to Ezra, Dovi's BFF. Great hugging and squawking ensued.
Seriously. How cute are they?
They hugged continuously for like 20 minutes.
And then walked around holding hands.
After finding Ezra, we went to find Nochum/Nuchie (for some reason, when he introduced himself to us, he did as Nochum. So we call him Nochum. But the entire rest of the universe calls him by his nickname, Nuchie. So we've been trying to switch to call him Nuchie. But Dovi keeps correcting us)
We found him. Nochum left his picture to hug D.
So happy to see him, before the hug.
Immediately post hug. Look at Dovi's face GLOWING with joy!
Then we took pictures with Nuchie and Chavie. We felt so fancy. BTW how studly does Dovi look in his suit???
He seriously cracked me up-he was so proud!! And how amazing was Chavie's dress???
It was so sweet of them...
Then, we found the famous Rabbi Wiggles. Happiness again.
Then we hung out for a while. They were serving dinner. It seems that in Crown Heights, at the dinners, it's open seating. That is not something I'm used to. Oh yeah and it's separate seating. Since Dovi and I were in pictures, and I hate open seating, we kind of missed dinner. So the counselors (Sammy and Hudi again, among others) stormed the kitchen to get Dovi dinner. Here's the very fuzzy picture of that.
I was like 150 feet away. I love my new camera. The waiters did not want to give them food. But they pulled the "disabled child needs food" line (which he did because I stupidly did not bring any formula) and managed to score a dinner for the D man.
Then it was time to dance.
These pictures are actually a very big deal. Dovi is not one for crowds, or anarchy. Which this certainly was. It was a bit...ahem...wild. But he LOVED it!!
then he danced with some counselors.
And chatted with the singer.
Then D went to sit again. And then he pointed. Look!
In the air!
It's a bird!
It's a plane!
It's the groom on a table! In the air! Dovi was amused.
Then we hung out a little longer.
Dovi smiled winningly.
Even agreed to take a picture with his annoying paparazzi-like mother
Sat on the floor with some counselors
And then we left. It was late. He was tired. And we had to get up at 6:30 for a 9 am orthopedist appointment the next morning. Which will be just a smashing story. Stay tuned. It will make you unhappy.