White Wedding, Yacht Wedding

When last I had the privilege of attending a yachteither come a a friend of the family or as an affiliate
wedding, I made it a point to get in touch with the ladsof the staff on hand. And no, I do not hide behind a
and ladies who made it all possible. Why did I do this?Groucho Marx mustache -- nor do I skulk about in
What has become of me? Well, to some extent, Isunglasses and a scarf. I simply mingle, sipping a fine
have to admit I've become hooked. Yes, it happens, I'mcocktail and plying my skills as an unabashed
told, even to men -- at some point, the lure and joy ofraconteur.
a white wedding at sea become utterly, unstoppablyHow long do I fancy carrying on like this? Well, that is
addictive.hard to say with any real certainty. To date, I have
Am I particularly proud of this new addiction? Yes andprevailed upon the superior taste of my most
no. Yes, in the sense that I actively look forward toesteemed hosts and hostesses and and their
attending fully-catered weddings at sea, on board apenchant for laughter. And, to be sure, there have
yacht. No, in the sense that it becomes quitebeen occasions when I have taken it upon myself to
embarrassing to explain myself to distant relatives andleave a ceremony. They have been few and far
complete strangers. Yes, this sounds like the premisebetween, but even I know when a gathering is too
of a Hollywood farce, but I assure you -- as asmall to absorb a blatant stranger.
gentleman -- I never impose myself upon a host, norIn these cases, I make myself scarce and simple stow
do I prevail upon any sentimentality.away in the lower decks, mingling with my catering
While some may call this brazen wedding crashing, Icohorts until the next, glorious time.
must say, in my defense, I always make an effort to