We spent last weekend in New York City for my sister Anna’s wedding to a very nice man named Jason.

I suspect we will never again have such a luxurious trip to NY.

On Friday, we had manicures and pedicures, and then did the actual rehearsal. The rehearsal dinner was filet mignon in a private room at Tavern on the Green, with cocktails on their private patio.

I spent Saturday with Anna in the Presidential Suite of our Times Square Hotel getting our hair done and picking all the raspberries out of the gigantic fruit plate that the wedding coordinator sent up. No one else got any! I also ate most of the pineapple, although that I shared.

Isabel was there with Bilal and her daughter Amalie, age 4. Amalie was the flower girl, in a tutu-esque hot pink dress, which she adored. Unfortunately, she adored rolling around on the floor even more, and Anna was worried that she’d rip the dress. She’s the most English looking little girl I can imagine, and as one would expect of Isabel’s daughter, precociously verbal. During the actual rehearsal, she kept saying, "Mummy, this is a bit silly."

The wedding itself was an extremely long and traditional (I’m told) Jewish ceremony, which began about 8:45 pm, with dinner after the service. The Rabbi kindly explained everything he was going to do in English, before doing it in Hebrew.

It looked beautiful. They’d set up the chuppah on a riser in the corner of the room, and along the back of the riser, they hung a "curtain" of candles. It was absolutely stunning. (Although I’m told that before the wedding party came in, several of the candles melted the fishing line from which they were hanging, and dropped dramatically to the ground. Fortunately, nothing caught fire, and none of the candles fell during the ceremony.

After dinner, my Dad organized a bunch of people to sing "Muss i Denn," which is a wedding tradition in my family. Unfortunately, the usual singer is Aunt Susie, whose health is bad, which meant that she couldn’t come to the wedding.

The substitute choir, which included me, was absolutely awful. Fortunately, we were awful with enthusiasm and a sense of humor.

I went to bed well before the end of the night, one dance with Jill after the cake was cut. But I made it through the Horah, and everyone seemed to be having a blast.

The next morning, we had a huge brunch at the hotel. Anna and Jason had ordered roughly 50 copies of the NYT, where they were included in the marriage announcements.

We spent last weekend in New York City for my sister Anna’s wedding to a very nice man named Jason.

I suspect we will never again have such a luxurious trip to NY.

On Friday, we had manicures and pedicures, and then did the actual rehearsal. The rehearsal dinner was filet mignon in a private room at Tavern on the Green, with cocktails on their private patio.

I spent Saturday with Anna in the Presidential Suite of our Times Square Hotel getting our hair done and picking all the raspberries out of the gigantic fruit plate that the wedding coordinator sent up. No one else got any! I also ate most of the pineapple, although that I shared.

Isabel was there with Bilal and her daughter Amalie, age 4. Amalie was the flower girl, in a tutu-esque hot pink dress, which she adored. Unfortunately, she adored rolling around on the floor even more, and Anna was worried that she’d rip the dress. She’s the most English looking little girl I can imagine, and as one would expect of Isabel’s daughter, precociously verbal. During the actual rehearsal, she kept saying, "Mummy, this is a bit silly."

The wedding itself was an extremely long and traditional (I’m told) Jewish ceremony, which began about 8:45 pm, with dinner after the service. The Rabbi kindly explained everything he was going to do in English, before doing it in Hebrew.

It looked beautiful. They’d set up the chuppah on a riser in the corner of the room, and along the back of the riser, they hung a "curtain" of candles. It was absolutely stunning. (Although I’m told that before the wedding party came in, several of the candles melted the fishing line from which they were hanging, and dropped dramatically to the ground. Fortunately, nothing caught fire, and none of the candles fell during the ceremony.

After dinner, my Dad organized a bunch of people to sing "Muss i Denn," which is a wedding tradition in my family. Unfortunately, the usual singer is Aunt Susie, whose health is bad, which meant that she couldn’t come to the wedding.

The substitute choir, which included me, was absolutely awful. Fortunately, we were awful with enthusiasm and a sense of humor.

I went to bed well before the end of the night, one dance with Jill after the cake was cut. But I made it through the Horah, and everyone seemed to be having a blast.

The next morning, we had a huge brunch at the hotel. Anna and Jason had ordered roughly 50 copies of the NYT, where they were included in the marriage announcements.