A Night to Remember

On Saturday, we attended the wedding of one of my brother's long-time employees. Matt was hired at the pizzeria 14 years ago, and has since graduated from EMU with a teaching degree. He is employed at a local middle school, but still moonlights at the pizzeria as well. I think he works 7 days a week, so no one can ever accuse him of being lazy. He began dating his bride in high school, and they had been engaged for years. The wedding was a long time in the making, and it went off without a hitch.

The ceremony was a lovely traditional one, and the reception was a blast. The pizza employees, friends, and family are a fun bunch, and when you throw in an open bar, things can get quite lively. My niece, Janet, began the night by lamenting that she is almost 30 years old and does not even have a boyfriend, much less any plans for a wedding for herself in the foreseeable future. She proceeded to down cranberry juice & vodka, only to be matched drink-for-drink by her sister, Pattye. Except Pattye was ordering cranberry juice sans vodka. Janet and several others frolicked and flounced and sashayed on the dance floor the entire night, and I must say, they were all cute, boisterous, and very entertaining. We had a great time and stayed until they were ready to kick everyone out.

Since Norm and all of his employees were at the wedding, the pizzeria closed for only the third time in 30 years. (Not counting the time when the entire business shut down and switched over to a new building in 1997.) They closed for my wedding in 1986, Larry's wedding in 1988, and now Matt's this year. There are a lot of twenty-something nieces and nephews in the family these days, so I anticipate perhaps another closing in the not-too-distant future? Eric? Jason? Laura? Janet? (Haha, just kidding, Janet!)