An Ordinary Day

A wedding this weekend at a lightly rustic retreat spot in Massachusetts place called Woolman Hill had the entire gathering pronouncing a couple to be man and wife. We also affirmed their vows along with them--"We will!," "We do!"

The Garrick Club Punch, was renamed for the occasion: Felicitation Punch. It was gin-based, with lemon juice, maraschino syrup (I think--it may be liqueur), and topped with Jameson. One of the guests, a cocktail whiz, had put the punch together.

And guests baked the several cakes, which were introduced with little cards.

This morning, I pulled a thistle from one of the table vases as everybody was eating breakfast, because smell has the longest memory. This afternoon, new friends dropped me at the 6 station on 96th Street. Took out the thistle; worked just fine.