TAXI CAB WARS
15 October 2002
It was probably
a good thing that the uncle of the bride didnt punch out the bridesmaid after all,
though I think he felt like it. Up to that
point things had gone very well.
We had all but
taken over the motel, the Best
Western-Jamaica Bay, in Marina del Rey. There
were relatives of the brides late father (whom we never knew until the
weddingthe father died when the bride was very young), relatives of the groom (whom
we didnt know at all), and then all 17 of us obstreperous relatives of the
brides mother, representing at least three, if not four, different generations.
There had been
a rehearsal dinner, which Walt and I missed, since we arrived too late, but it had been a
chance for people to get to know each other. (We
caught up with the family at a post-dinner dinner, since everyone was still hungry when
the main event finished).
the day of the weddng (which was held Friday night) there was all sorts of activity
involving manicures and pedicures (not for me) and running all sorts of errands. At 5:15 we all met our caravan of taxicabs in
front of the motel and took off for the Dorothy Chandler
a line in The Last Session, which says
.the 405 was a parking lot. I
giggled when we came off the overpass headed toward the 405a veritable parking lot! Slowly we crept along, and rapidly the meter on
the cab crept along. By the time we were let
out at the Pavillion, we had racked up >$40 in charges (depending on which cab driver
you had). (I was thinking about the return
trip and realizing that we would have paid more in cab fare than we normally pay in motel
Dorothy Chandler Pavillion is a lovely place, with a gigantic fountain in the middle, and,
at this time, a showplace for a display of Angels over Los
Angeles, an art project raising money for
something (Ive forgotten
what now), but where local artists take an unadorned sculpture of an angel and get
creative with decorations. The result is on
display for a time and then they are auctioned off, with the money going to charity. Naturally I took a lot of photos.
wedding itself was held on the top floor of one of the buildings, overlooking the fountain
and the lighted trees, and all those angels, and beyond them, the lights of Los Angeles. An absolutely gorgeous setting.
themselves were dark wood paneled with very high ceilings, floor to ceiling windows, and
huge crystal chandeliers. Conversation was
nicely muted by the plush carpeting.
where the bride and groom said I do was lined with mirrors, and the priest
stood in front of another floor to ceiling wall of windows.
Each chair was covered with white brocade material, tied with a huge white
bow, and the red plush carpet was covered with a white runner for the bride to walk on. The floor was strewn with rose petals and two of
the most enormous floral arrangements (matching the larger one hanging over the bar in the
front room) stood on either side of the platform.
bridesmaids entered to the strains
Seasons of Love from Rent, each of
them dressed in lovely mauve dresses and carrying bouquets of white roses mixed with
gardenias. The smell was wonderful.
the bride entered, on the arm of her mother. The
bride wore a lovely slim-line dress with enough beading that Im sure several
seamstresses went blinding sewing it on. She
looked radiant and I wondered if the grooms chest would explode if it expanded any
tears and laughter and hugs and kisses and then it was time to eat, drink, and be
itself was opulence in every sense of the word. There
were three food stations, each with enough food to feed the assembled +/- 200 close
friends and relatives. At the first station
were salmon in pastry cups, roast beef baked with tiny onions and cubed potatoes, some
sort of fish chowder that was to die for, toast rounds with goat cheese, a couple of kinds
of salad, a couple of kinds of veggies, and I think some sliced salmon (I could be
mistaken on that).
At station two
was roast lamb, pumpkin risotto, more salads, and lord I have lost count of what else. Station three had ahi tuna, more salmon with some
sort of corn/tomato mixture, and I dont know what else because I was bursting by
was filled with fresh raspberries and the buttercream frosting was better than any
buttercream I ever made when I was decorating cakes professionallyand I loved my
They had flanked the cake on both sides with photos of the bride's and
groom's parents at their own wedding, cutting their own cake(s).
me that there were all sorts of high powered show biz types therethe behind the
scenes sortsbut since Im not into that sort of thing, I wasnt aware of
any, except Michelle Phillips, of course. By
now Michelle and I are old pals, since I attended the bridal shower at her house and sent
her a photo afterwards (she even kind of almost sorta remembered who I was).
really cool people left early, leaving the dance floor and the partying to the
family, and people danced up a storm (not meIm still too inhibited to get out
on a dance floortho I enjoy taking pictures. Its
nice to see young people enjoying themselves).
Walt cuts a rug--or a floor--with his Mom
As things were
starting to wear down a bit, Walt called on his cell phone to order four cabs for our
group and we began to gather and head for the elevator.
Since things were wearing down,
others began to leave as well and by the time we got to the plaza, there was an entourage
following us. We, however, were the only ones
who had thought to call ahead for cabs.
when it got a bit hairy.
people, and 4 cabs ordered.
One guy in the
group behind us read the phone number off of the side of the first cab to arrive (which
would be taking grandma and some others back to the hotel).
two are ours, said the brides uncle, indicating that he had been in the
Reserves and he would fight off anybody who tried to steal our cabs (the cabs had been
delayed by, the cab company said, a police action and so we waited a good long
time for the first cab to show upsomewhere around 30 minutes, I believe).
when the bridesmaid nearly got socked.
cabs had come to the back side of the pavilion (which takes up several blocks) and
didnt find us there, so called Walt on his cell phone. Walt told the uncle that the cabs were on the back
side of the center and would be coming around the corner.
One of the members of the bridesmaids party took off and grabbed that cab and
so when it showed up where we were waiting, he was already in it. The bridesmaid (who had been asking if there
wasnt someone with some marijuana or some
other mind-altering substance for her to take just minutes earlier), started yelling
Joes already in the cab! This one
is ours! and she began to push her friends ahead of us into the cab.
only because he could see two other cabs just making the turn that things didnt get
ugly, I think. But then, Im not sure he
would have punched a girl anyway. Its
just that we all pretty much felt like that.
bride and groom were leaving at this point and getting into their limo and it probably
wouldnt have made a good end to the wedding.
interesting. I sat in
the front, reassuring myself that there was an air bag in front of me, that I rarely heard
of taxi cabs getting in accidents, and that the guy was from the Middle East, where I hear
they drive like maniacs anyway, so he probably was experienced. Nonetheless, I have to admit to being very relieved to see our motel come in view once
it back without crashing, the uncle hadnt hit the bridesmaid and the bride and groom
actually got hitched. Id call that one
I've gone back and put pix in the entries for the last 3 days, so if
anybody is interested in seeing some of the pix from the trip, start here and go forward.