Let me explain.
As I mentioned before, this was a traditional Jewish wedding, complete with very schmaltzy music, dancing, and plenty of "Mazel Tovs." In addition to having festivities with plenty of food and drink, Jews (and I am guilty of this as well) are know especially known for their rhythm or prowess on the dance floor. Mostly, we get by with a lot of holding hands, running in circles and clapping. In fact. this wedding featured one of the the most lively horahs I've ever seen, and the wedding singer labeled me a "pro." However, I'm not quite sure about the transition in music from a very lovely clarinet and trombone laden song from Fiddler on the Roof, to Beyonce and Jay-Z's Crazy In Love followed by Yeah by Usher and everyone's favorite King of Crunk, Lil John.
Hmmm.
Somehow, If I were a rich man . . . followed by Young Hove y'all know when the flow is loco, makes sense to the wedding singer (who as it was noted, looked like she was poured into her dress, and there was more tension in her control top undergarments than in the waiting room of a Planned Parenthood clinic). Regardless, the mix of music, seemingly pulled straight from a schizophrenic's iPod playlist, definately had Grandpa, Great Aunt Mildred and the bride's girlfriends hopping on the dance floor. Truly a sight to see. My point is this. Who sits down with the wedding singer (who I've decided not only lives on the Upper East Side of NYC, but probably lives somewhere around 72nd and 3rd) and says to her, "Okay, the set list will go like this - we'll do a nice Horah, have a few other slower circle dances, bust out into some Beyonce and Usher, and then finish it off with the bride and groom cutting the cake. It'll be fake hips meet hip-hop and then we'll have dessert." I know I wasn't the only one questioning this, because on my way out of the bathroom I definately overheard someone's grandparents talking about, "The very loud music that the band was playing, I didn't care for it."
As always, comments are appreciated.
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You are truly blessed to have been welcomed into our Phatty world. 9 Jewish women...there is no better reason to invest in earplugs and zip-lock bags for the fa lata-s.
I must agree that the random hip-hop ginterludes do pose a problem. One that I usually face with a comment like "I can't do this" as I walk off the dance floor. This is why the play so much Disco/70's music at weddings.
Hey, you got to do the "pizza" dance. You should be singing the praised of the third phatty wedding. I'm betting the next one will blow you out of the water!
PS-I just found out the band leader is from Philly. Sorry darlin.
But you did get major phatty props from the "there was more tension in her control top undergarments than in the waiting room of a Planned Parenthood clinic."
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