On Saturday, May 21st, the supposed “Rapture” date, I was fortunate to work a wedding at the newly renovated Wychmere in Harwich Port, MA for Alyssa & Chris’s wedding. After a week straight of gloomy, sunless skies, the clouds finally parted just hours prior to their ceremony, which took place out on the perfectly manicured beach. Guests were invited to kick off their shoes and slip on the provided flip-flops to witness the short but sweet nuptials which took place right on the water. I provided the music and officiant amplification via a laptop and powered speaker discretely placed behind the rows of chairs (thanks to a 100′ power cord buried in the sand by the diligent & hardworking Wychmere staff). The bridal party – including a bulldog who’s leash and collar matched the groomsmen’s ties – walked down the aisle to “The Promise” by Tracy Chapman, and Alyssa and her father chose the tear-inducing “Somewhere Over The Rainbow” by Israel kamakawiwo’ole.
Cocktails took place in the Hydrangea Room, where guests took advantage of the beautiful weather by spending most of it out on the patio. After a group photo on the dock, it was time for Alyssa & Chris’s spirited, fun & whimsical first dance to Sinatra’s “The Way You Look Tonight.” The guests ate it up. The lighthearted & touching toasts by Alyssa’s father, the best man, and maid of honor served as a nice transition to dinner in the Harbor Room. Dinner music consisted of bouncy, upbeat tunes by Sinatra, Jimmy Buffet, Michael Bublé, Norah Jones and others.
After dinner, guests were invited back out to the hydrangea room, where a pie station and a cigar rolling station were waiting for them. The cigars, along with the rare beautiful weather created considerable competition with dancing time, but I mixed it up, playing everything from 50′s & 60′s to P!nk & Lady Gaga’s latest, and had everyone dancing after a while. Chris’s side of the family are Yankees fans (boo!), so I got caught up in a Red Sox/Yankees request rivalry – “New York, New York,” followed by “Sweet Caroline,” then “Empire State of Mind” into “Shipping Up To Boston.” It was all in good fun, and no one was hurt (Except the Sox, who lost to the Cubs that day).
Their last dance was the perennial favorite “Don’t Stop Believin’,” which of course featured every guest singing along at the top of their lungs to every word.