The Big Gordo Venezuelan Wedding

So D2's boyfriend Jonathan's brother Dan was set to get married, and I truly thought we'd miss the big wedding. My father in law was in awful crisis after returning from the hospital to the nursing home, and I figured his time had come. If I've learned anything, it's that people don't die or get born according to the schedules of the rest of us. Thankfully, he recovered a bit, and our sister of another mother Mirta was available to visit him Saturday, so off we went -- all the way to Aventura -- for our attendance. We had a fine lunch at Mo's, the great deli there, complete with a visit from the co owner Paul, like the wedding family a Venezuelan Jew. Sure enough, he knew the families of the party, but wasn't going. The Ds were a bit surprised -- they thought EVERY Jew from South America living in Miami would be attending. We checked into the packed Turnberry Hotel, or tried to. The place was over run, and so we waited in the bar. A rich, white girl problem arose -- the Ds needed to shower before heading to the mall for their makeup sessions. The very nice, EXTREMELY out manager came over -- the Ds could shower in the luxury spa, all of our drinks while waiting were free, and a bottle of red would be sent to our room. The preparations went well, and I was able to squeeze into my tux last worn 5 years ago for a wedding in NYC. Wifey and the Ds looked gorgeous -- even though the Ds hassled their Mom for looking "modern orthodox" with her arms covered by her dress. The valet line was packed, so we Ubered over to the synagogue -- a $4, 5 minute drive. Sure enough the wedding was a big one. Surprisingly, the service was in English, mostly, though in homage to the couple's "Latin roots" the rabbi put in a bit of Spanish. The band played non stop for hours. We ate dinner at 1 am, and stayed until 3 am. Miami being the small town, big city it is, I had one degree of separation with some folks at our table. One fellow, from Montreal, was a CPA who did receivership work, and was close business friends with Jorge, my old college roommie and retired judge. He sent Jorge a selfie of us, in our tuxes, and Jorge, a great Conservative, replied that it appeared we were testing out the new Supreme Court ruling by getting married to each other. The Canadian's wife, also an exotic Canadian Jew, headed the local Holocaust Remembrance group, and knew Wifey's parents' friends very well. Another lady at the table was the sister of a local doc I know, who used to be a professor at the U, and now runs a concierge practice in the Gables... The newly married couple and their families beamed. Dan is getting a grad degree in Neuroscience, and his new wife Melanie is in PR. They met in the 5th grade. The bride's older brother took quite a shine to D1, and invited her to move to Cancun, where he has a jewelry business, to allow him to "cover her with jewels." He was a nice fellow, but D1 isn't rushing off to Mexico just yet... After a big breakfast and walk around the "Aventura Circle," featuring a very nice array of cosmetic surgery results, we headed back to our tough reality -- the nursing home. D2 straggled -- she spent the final hours with Jonathan before he headed back to NYC. She's excited to join him in September. My mother in law met us there, and provided a LOT of unintended comic relief, as she always does. But Wifey finds it less and less funny... So another nice couple is sent out to make their own family -- after a party of about 250 people. People age and die, people are born and get married. It was lovely to be part of the nice portion of the cycle of life.