We threw our wedding party in prospect park - no permit (what permit?), informally catered by about 6 nyc restaurants that to this day still crush it. A never-forgotten shout out to venerio's for the best cheesecake in the city. The sister- and father- in law hauling catering size portions of food all over brooklyn via the B & Q. Did the ceremony right past a pedestrian tunnel (this one, in fact) leading to the boathouse. Weather was perfect. Musical accompaniment as provided by the busker sitting in the tunnel with a saxaphone (tipped generously). A random group of 4 firefighters, in uniform, did us a solid by holding back passer-bys for the big moment. They did unfortunately turn down our best man's offer to provide nude entertainment for the party afterwards. That was a real bummer. Partied all night at a friend's brownstone a block away, kind of trashed the place right before she sold it to some author and his wife ("is it a safe neighborhood here?"). I still remember the hash circle that my old man set up with my degenerate 20-something friends in Angela's bedroom...drugs probably dug out from his tackle box from the 70s. "Gin and juice" was the drink. Thanks, Tom - next time swap out the cucumbers for fresh ones so we're not all eating gin-soaked garnish. Sweet Sarah from Corpus Cristi (bless up) who saved us plates of food. Even the Pakistani guy who ran the bodega came by with a few packs of cigs as a wedding present. At some point a 275 lb man dressed as a hipster-lumberjack and a 120 lb woman wearing a Tigger leotard swapped outfits. I do remember pulling about 50 pins out of my then-wife's hair. My neighbors gladly hosted the afterparty. A jar of coins were stolen by a gay friend who also hit on my mother all night. Gina, Sexy Pervy Mark, and Gina's John (she was (is?) a dominatrix) I believe bought us a hotel room. It's a bit hazy of a memory. Spek, we would've got you absolutely trashed