T Stands for 34

On Sunday, Himself and I celebrated our 34th wedding anniversary.  We went to the UxLocale, a favorite spot for us for special occasions. The restaurant is in a rustic setting. There's a patio, but it was too hot so the patio was closed. Sunday hours are only from 4 pm - 7pm so we got there just as the restaurant opened.

Inside it was cool. Chef Elaine used to work at the art museum. At the museum I called her My Favorite Elaine. She came over to our table to say hello, and she told me she didn't have any clams left for my favorite dish, linguine a la vongola even though she said she bought 50 lbs of clams for the weekend. She said next time to call ahead. So sweet she remembered what I liked.

There were other delicious selections on the menu to choose from.

The waitress brought a basket of bread and gravy (tomato sauce). 

I had a Rosé Prosecco for my beverage and Himself  had a coke. While we waited for the appetizer, we reminisced. Well, I did as Himself said he didn't remember much about the wedding.

After the bridal party went down the aisle, the doors to the church were closed and then opened for my entrance on my dad's arm. Just as the doors were opened, Dad whispered, "This is what it must be like?" 

"What?"

"Walking to the electric chair."

"Thanks, Daddy."

Himself did remember that he couldn't get the ring on my finger. It was hot inside the church. The fans at the front didn't really help. My fingers had swollen like little sausages. He was trying to put the ring on my finger, but didn't want to hurt me. I think he was afraid he would break my finger.

"Here. Give me," I whispered, and took the ring and jammed it on my finger. Himself reminded me that technically he didn't put the ring on my finger. "Tough, we're married." I told him the official time was 3:30 PM as I had looked at my watch.

We had the Wild Card Sampler Board as an appetizer.

In the limo on the way to the reception, a couple on a motorcycle waved at us and gave us a thumbs up. Himself was surprised I could remember something like that. It's a savant thing

The official photographer was a royal pain. She was crabby, and yelled at everyone because she wanted people to stand with their feet at a 45 degree angle. That's why my Mother-in-Law and us are looking at the floor. Terrified our feet aren't in the right position. I didn't want her as I had a friend who was a photographer, and I wanted him to take photographs, but she came with the wedding package. So she took the official photos, and David took all the candids.

Our meals came with a house salad. Elaine has such pretty presentations with her food.

We didn't get a chance to eat much at the reception. People were interrupting us with pictures or having to do some wedding thing like

 our first dance. Only You by the Platters 

And then there was the Father-Daughter Dance, Sunrise, Sunset from Fiddler Mother-Son Dance. Dancing was torture to Himself as he doesn't like to dance.

We didn't have to worry about not eating at Elaine's. Himself had Opah, a fish a bit like swordfish in a  chimichurri sauce. It was delicious. I got a bite.

and I had beautiful pan-seared scallops

The wedding cake was made of plaster of Paris. A chocolate sheet cake was cut and boxed up for guests to take home. At the time, the signature dessert of Lombardo's, where the reception was held was Cherries Jubilee. The lights in the ballroom were dimmed and the waitstaff brought in flaming bowls of cherries. The flaming concoction was ladled and swirled like a fire dance and poured over vanilla ice cream. Oooh, aaaah!

While waiting for dessert, I had a cup of tea

We didn't see much of each other at the reception. After going around to all the tables thanking people for coming, Himself went to chat with his friends, and I danced with The Brother, all my uncles, Himself's uncles, Himself's cousin and 

my dear friend, Derry.

I asked Himself if he remembered my Uncle Tony, singing and dancing. Nope. Uncle Tony rarely went to family functions, but he seemed to have a good time at our wedding.

For dessert, Himself chose Uncle J-J's Key Lime Pie. Also very yummy. 😋 Ask me how I know?

I had Vanilla Ice Cream and Almond Joy Macaroons. All to myself because Himself hates coconut.

I couldn't finish dessert so got to take the macaroons home.

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