I'm breaking tradition here on the blog to talk about my friends Larry and Fielding getting married in Santa Barbara at the gorgeous Bacara retreat. The wedding took place in the Miro room, a spectacular restaurant with scores of Miro art work set against a panoramic view of the ocean.
The ceremony was outside, brief but beautiful and heartfelt. Funny, too. Larry was in a crisp dark suit with a red tie. Fielding wore a couture tan diaphanous cocktail dress that was especially sexy when she did a cartwheel during the traditional first dance.
I could rhapsodize about the sushi hors d'oeuvres, the tuna tartar passed in little ceramic spoons, the channel islands lit by an almost full moon, the lobster that elicited oohs and aahs, the chocolate fountain for pete's sake.
But what I'll remember most about Fielding and Larry's wedding is the relaxed sense of fun and joy that permeated every inch of the proceedings. There was none of that pinched nervous tension that accompanies so many weddings. (Well, actually, when Terry Maratos broke those three plates the wedding planner summoned a whole raft of that angst!)
They were determined to foster a feeling of ease, as if they happened to LIVE in this amazing room and had casually wound up with all of their family and friends coming over for dinner. And so that is what wound up happening. We were all at a dinner with Larry and Fielding, not A WEDDING!!!!! Which made it even more of a wedding, if you catch my drift.
So, a toast. To two people I love dearly two days into the rest of their lives. You shared the true colors of your relationship with all of us this weekend and gave us a beautiful memory in the process.
Congratulations, Larry and Fielding, Fielding and Larry!