Other Football Leagues

So far as we can tell, as of 2010 really the only game in town is the National Football League and college football.  Hard to believe, but until the TV era began in the 1950s, professional football was considered a joke and most football fans followed college football (see the film “Leathernecks”).  The most successful competitor to the NFL was the American Football League, which merged into the NFL to become what we now know of as the AFC; the Steelers, Browns and Colts switched over on the merger in 1970, which is how the Colts and Jets could have played each other in the 1969 Super Bowl.  But hey, just last January they did the next best thing to a rematch, the AFC Championship Game.  I wonder if Johnny Unitas and Joe Namath were watching.

 Here are the other leagues which competed with the NFL since its formation in the 1920s.

 All-America Football Conference.  This lasted from 1946-49.  It was “eaten” by the NFL in 1949 and two of its teams, the Cleveland Browns and San Francisco 49ers, became NFL teams (the Browns transferring to the AFC in 1970).  Somewhat confusingly, the AAFC had a Baltimore Colts, which was also absorbed by NFL, only to collapse the following season.  Then in 1953 Baltimore resurrected the team name for a new Colts team, the one we know of now as the Indianapolis Colts. 

 World League.  Not to be confused with NFL Europe (see below), this began in 1974 and died the following ’75 season.  What passed for “world” was Hawaii.  Teams born, died, and moved around mid-season.  This was too long ago for me to remember firsthand.

 USFL.   This only had three seasons: 1983, 1984, and 1985, then it died.  I was in Paris at the time, so I was vaguely aware of it. The teams: Arizona Outlaws/Wranglers; Birmingham Stallions; Boston/New Orleans/Portland Breakers (different city each season); Chicago Blitz; Denver Gold; Houston Gamblers; Jacksonville Bulls; Los Angeles Express; Memphis Showboats; Michigan Panthers; New Jersey Generals; Oakland Invaders; Oklahoma Outlaws; Philadelphia/Baltimore Stars; Pittsburgh Maulers; San Antonio Gunslingers; Tampa Bay Bandits; Washington Federals/Orlando Renegades.  Donald Trump was heavily involved in this league.   The league filed an anti-trust action against the NFL, and won: $1, tripled to $3 under the anti-trust rules.  USFL game footage is often shown on TV and in commercials as “generic football” as the USFL is no longer in existence to demand payment.  Some USFL rules which the NFL eventually adopted: 2 point conversions, salary caps, and instant replay.  Herschel Walker was by far the most famous USFL player; Reggie White, Jim Kelly, and Steve Young also started out in the USFL.

 NFL Europe.  The NFL made a heroic attempt to inject American football in the midst of soccer’s homeland, particularly Germany.  Teams: Frankfurt Galaxy, London Monarchs, Scottish Claymores, Barcelona Dragons, Amsterdam Admirals, Rhein Fire, Berlin Thunder, Hamburg Sea Devils, Cologne Centurions.  This lasted from 1991 to 2007; I saw a few games on TV, but they seemed to be playing in empty soccer stadiums.  I knew it couldn’t last.  I suppose “my team” was the Frankfurt Galaxy, with the best colors and coolest mascot.

 Canadian League.  Now with 8 teams in two divisions, the Hamilton Tiger-Cats, Montreal Alouettes (Owls), Toronto Argonauts (of which John Candy was a part owner), Winnipeg Blue Bombers, BC Lions, Calgary Stampeders, Edmonton Eskimos, and the Saskatchewan Roughriders.  Their “Super Bowl” is the Grey Cup.  Since the game is very similar to American football, there is considerable cross-pollination between CFL and NFL.  From 1993-95, there were some US teams in the CFL, but that experiment failed.  The most famous ex-CFL NFL players are Joe Theismann, Warren Moon, and Doug Flutie.

 XFL.  Folded after one season: 2001, started by Vince McMahon of WWF/WWE fame.  The eight teams were the Orlando Rage, the Chicago Enforcers, the NY/NJ Hitmen, the Birmingham Thunderbolts, the L.A. Xtreme, the SF Demons, the Memphis Maniax, and the Las Vegas Outlaws.  Everyone seemed to see the XFL is somewhat of a joke.

 UFL.  Yet another league, this only has 5 teams for now: the Florida Tuskers, the Hartford Colonials, the Las Vegas Locomotives, The Sacramento Mountain Lions, and the Omaha Nighthawks.  I don’t know how you can survive with only 5 teams.  The Florida Tuskers won the first (2009) season.

 Arena League.  All indoors, 50 yard playing field, almost the entire field is field goal range.  I hear Kurt Warner will be an announcer.  This has gone on from 1987 to 2009, at which point they are reorganizing and going back into business.  Teams: Alabama Vipers, Arizona Rattlers, Bossier/Shreveport Battlewings, Chicago Rush, Cleveland Gladiators, Dallas Vigilantes, Iowa (!) Barnstormers, Jacksonville Sharks, Milwaukee Iron, Oklahoma City Yard Dogs, Orlando Predators, Spokane Shock, Tampa Bay Storm, Tulsa Talons, and the Utah Blaze. 

 American Football League (AFL).  I saved this for last, as it’s the one which is still in existence, better known as the AFC of the NFL.  It started in 1960 and merged with the NFL in 1969.   And the Super Bowl began as a championship between the NFL champion and the AFL champion, so we have the AFL to thank for that.       Fortunately for the AFL, several factors worked in its favor.  First, NBC paid $36 million (a huge sum today, and even larger in 1960) to televise its games.  This money meant the league was solvent and could consistently play full seasons without confusion or interruption.  This also meant the league could pay salaries competitive with the NFL and lure away key players.  Second, and this is linked to #1, the standard of play was comparable to the NFL, with some tweaks thrown in.  Third, although the NFL had been around since the 1920s, it was only with the advent of televised games in the late 50s that it gained any traction, respectability or notoriety – so it was by no means conclusively established as the dominant league when the AFL showed up in 1960. 

Alice in Wonderland

Clearly this has been around for awhile, and turned into numerous movies, but in my view only 4 “versions” merit serious attention (and that doesn’t include several erotic versions which buzz around my subconscious like annoying bees). 

 Original Book, by Lewis Carroll.  This is actually two books, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland, and (written much later) Alice Through the Looking Glass.  I read an annotated version of both, by Martin Gardner, which included the original illustrations by John Tenniel.  What we think of as “Alice in Wonderland”, in terms of story and plot, is the first one.  TTLG features an Alice six months older who ventures through a mirror and takes various steps, analogous to chessboard moves, and winds up as a Queen – along with the White and Red Queens – after reaching the “8^th row”.  Most Alice movies and stories, most notably the 1951 Disney version (mentioned below) seem to use Wonderland as a basis and inject some elements, but not the plot or story, of TTLG; I haven’t seen TTLG itself adapted as a complete movie in its own right.  The TTLG elements which wound up elsewhere are the White Queen (in the Burton/Depp movie), the White Knight (played by Matt Frewer)(in the Alice! Miniseries), and the talking flower garden & Tweedle Dee & Tweedle Dum in their storytelling mode (1951 Disney film).  Note that in TTLG the White Queen and Red Queens are merely chess counterparts and get along fine with each other – and with Alice, who by the time she meets them together at the same time (she had met each of them separately earlier in the story) is a Queen herself.  The Bandersnatch and Jabberwocky are mentioned in poems but not met in person. 

            In fact, much of both stories is poetry.  This is where the annotated version comes in handy, as Gardner reproduces the “originals” of many of the poems used, some being poems Carroll himself wrote before Wonderland and simply rewrote for this book, and others are parodies of existing popular poems which Carroll adapted to his story.   There are also dozens of puns, and Carroll – while a mathematician – loved word-play and logic puzzles, which he liberally injected into his stories. 

            Wonderland story.  Alice falls asleep and chases a White Rabbit into his hole.  After that she has a series of encounters: the Dodo, The Cheshire Cat, the Red Queen, the Mad Hatter & March Hare, finally winding up at a trial presided over by the Red Queen.  At trial, she herself is not the defendant, but the Knave of Hearts, who is portrayed as a lush (drunk).  It is at the trial, when all hell breaks loose, that she wakes up.

 Who was Lewis Carroll?  His real name was Charles Lutwidge Dodgson, a mathematics teacher in 19^th century England who never married.  His fixation was on prepubscent girls, though he maintained that this was a non-sexual preference.  In modern times we would look askance at a man who preferred the companionship of girls over mature (post-pubescent) women – or boys, as we’re convinced (with some strong conviction, if not evidence, in the case of Michael Jackson) that where there’s smoke, there’s fire.  He even took nude pictures of the girls, though with the knowledge and permission, and in the presence of, the girls’ mothers.  At least, to this date, no evidence of tomfoolery has ever surfaced despite ample opportunity for such to be developed and investigated.  It seems that Carroll was asexual and favored girls because they would not make advances at him or be disappointed if he made no advances at them.

 I remember in high school psychology class, being shocked by Piaget and Freud suggesting latent sexuality in the minds of very young children, e.g. boys’ Oedipus complex.  But I’ve noticed that young girls seem to have a latent understanding of their role as child-bearers, though they clearly do not know or conceive of the actual manner in which babies are made, much less any understanding that adults consider the process enjoyable in its own right (“recreational sex” vs. “procreational sex”, as Frasier and Lilith put it in “Cheers”).  The simple proof is the abundance of baby dolls and miniature strollers, to which girls take with natural inclination.  They can see and appreciate the end result without any knowledge or awareness of how to get there.

 Boys, on the other hand, are nowhere close to this: their fixations is on “Action” and “violence”, being soldiers, policemen, firemen, or astronauts; their entire outlook is externally oriented.  The epitome of this is Buzz Lightyear, the “Toy Story” character (marvellously voiced by Tim Allen).  Not only is Buzz not domestically inclined (there is no Mrs. Lightyear, nor, for that matter, a curiously friendly male companion) he won’t even stay on the same PLANET!  “To Infinity and Beyond!” 

 So girls work backwards from babies to sex, whereas boys are never thinking of babies at all and discover sex when their bodies change – and even then, the focus is on SEX itself (“recreational”), with the baby-making element (“procreational”) entirely absent from their consciousness.   This is why “girls mature faster than boys”. 

 Anyhow, “Alice” was a real person, Alice Liddell, to whom Carroll would make up stories as he went along.  She suggested to him that he should actually write them down for public enjoyment, as she obviously recognized his talent and believed it would best be shared as much as possible.  She actually lived quite a long time – a newsreel of her in 1932 exists – but the Alice from Tenniel’s illustrations was either whole cloth imagination or a different girl, as the real Alice Liddell was a brunette who looked nothing like the Alice in Tenniel’s drawings.

 Tenniel.  The original illustrator.  I have the window sticker Alice talking to the Caterpillar in the back hatchglass of my Formula.  In 1901 another illustrator, Newell, took a stab at the venture, but his 1901 version does not appear to have been reprinted.  Gardner refers to his pictures by comparison to Tenniel, but never reproduces a single one.  With no reprints available, you can imagine that a 1901 original is not cheap.  So I can’t comment on Newell’s pictures.

            For his part, Tenniel was working closely with Carroll and they collaborated on the pictures.  Alice herself is portrayed as a young blonde girl with long hair and a pretty dress.  It seems the Disney illustrators updated Tenniel’s basic archetypes but remained essentially true to the Tenniel originals.  Tenniel was also drawing for Punch (political cartoons).

 Characters.  No matter what book, movie, etc. adaptation, we can expect certain stock characters to appear in some form.

Alice.  Usually, but not always, a young white blond female from England.  She is fairly intelligent and full of wonder, but baffled and sometimes frightened or discouraged by the whole thing.  She may even doubt her sanity or simply write it all off as “this is just a dream”, though that doesn’t work for the 2010 model Alice.

 White Rabbit.  Wearing a waistcoat and holding a pocket watch, he scampers about complaining that he’s “late”.  I liked the Disney version best, but the 2010 model was well done.  Incidentally, “White Rabbit” was done by The Great Society, Grace Slick’s pre-Jefferson Airplane band, a bit longer and more psychedelic.

 The Dodo.  Fussy and pompous in the Disney original, somewhat different in the others.  In the “Alice” miniseries he’s turned into a humanoid played by Tim Curry.

 Mad Hatter.  The MC of the tea party, he has a fairly modest role in the Disney classic yet is more of a central character in the other two movies (see below).  The 2010 movie gives him somewhat of a backstory, whereas he doesn’t appear mad at all in “Alice”.

 March Hare.  Sort of Trapper John/BJ Hunnicut to the Mad Hatter’s Hawkeye.  I liked his Disney version, somewhat of a rogue relative to the White Rabbit.

 Cheshire Cat.  As noted below, I think the Disney original pretty much defined this spectacularly bizarre character, who wears his madness with panache and flair, more so than even the Mad Hatter himself. 

 Caterpillar.  Surly and pompous, he sits on his mushroom puffing unknown smokables from his hookah pipe.  I have the classic picture in the rear window of my Formula.  As with the Dodo, in the “Alice” miniseries he’s turned into a humanoid.

 Red Queen.  Arrogant bitch who consistently demands “off with their heads” re: anyone evoking the least displeasure.  Well played by both Kathy Bates (“Alice”) and Helena Bonham Carter (Depp/Burton).

 White Queen.  Absent from Wonderland, she shows up in TTLG, as a nervous, fuss-budget white counterpart to the Red Queen.  In the Depp/Burton film she’s portrayed by Anne Hathaway and has a major role.

 Knave of Hearts.  His major original role was as defendant in the Wonderland trial, accused of stealing tarts from the Queen of Hearts.  In the Depp/Burton film, played by Crispin Glover in a vaguely Aragorn-esque fashion, he acts as the Red Queen’s enforcer, which clearly takes him well outside his original role.

 Having given the basics, here are the three major films.  Note: “Wonderland”, with Val Kilmer as John Holmes, is NOT about Alice, it is simply a depiction of the porn actor’s “role” in a series of killings.  Also, there have been many other film/TV versions of Alice in Wonderland which I know of but have not seen, and which are obscure; only the Alice in Wonderland/Lewis Carroll fanatics are aware of them and pay any attention to them.  I’m focusing here on the more mainstream adaptations.

 Disney Animated Film.  This originally came out in 1951.  I think of this as the classic standard, by which the others – animated or live action – should be judged.  Alice is young and pretty, but too young to be of interest to anyone.  The caterpillar is a real hoot: “who R U???” he puffs on his mushroom (predating text messaging by several decades).  The flowers accuse her of being a weed (surely she bore no resemblance to cannabis sativa!), and the Cheshire Cat is fantastic.  “He’s mad too,” he warns Alice, referring to the March Hare.  When she objects to associating with mad people, he advises her, “oh, you can’t help that.  You might have noticed, I’m not all there myself…” and proceeds to fade away.  Tweedle-Dee and Tweedle-Dum helpfully narrate the story of the “Walrus and the Carpenter”.  The White Queen is MIA, but the Red Queen makes up for that – “who’s been painting my roses red?” she screams (“not pink! Not green! Not aquamarine!” her cardsmen say).  I tend to think of this tendency to inject adult elements into children’s films as a recent phenomenon, but I can see that as far back as “Fantasia” (1940), Disney managed to be remarkably trippy and surreal even back then, yet is still charming and innocent enough for children. 

 “Alice”.  Somewhat trippy, and very long (3 hours) this was originally a 2-night cable movie (on SyFy).  It’s got an impressive cast, including Tim Curry (Dodo, looking nothing like one), Kathy Bates (the Red Queen), Matt Frewer (the White Knight), Harry Dean Stanton (the Caterpillar, looking nothing like a caterpillar), and Colm Meaney (the King of Hearts, considerably larger and more assertive than the Disney version), who I will always think of as Miles O’Brien from Star Trek Deep Space Nine.  Catarina Scorsone, who I haven’t seen anywhere else – and a brunette (???) – plays Alice.  Unlike the other Alices, this one definitely appeals to a post-pubescent male libido; she is definitely equipped.  The plot is extremely convoluted and taxed my imagination and patience.  The Walrus and Carpenter are here – the Carpenter turning out to be Alice’s long lost father.  Sleeping people from real life are enslaved here, sucked dry in a quasi-casino for emotions, very Matrix-y.  There is a power struggle against the Red Queen, led by the Hatter (Harry-Lee Potts, fairly conventional appearance relative to Johnny Depp, bearing a strong resemblance to Jack White). And Alice is pursuing her real-life fiancé, who turns out to be the Red Queen’s son.  I don’t want to spoil it for anyone with the patience to watch it (possibly spread over two nights the way it originally was) as it’s definitely on par with the next film. 

 Johnny Depp/Tim Burton film.   This was also from Disney.  Like “Alice”, this movie doesn’t attempt to re-tell the story, so much as revisit the dreamworld with Alice slightly older, giving it somewhat more of an adult plot and story line – as with “Alice”, there is a rebellion against the Red Queen, basically meaning that Alice has to slay her monster enforcer, the Jabberwocky, and by doing so effectively disarm her of the means of subjugating the dream world, liberating everyone – well that’s the plan, at least.  Johnny Depp, heavily made up, is the Mad Hatter.  He seems to know just how far, how over-the-top, he can push the role (similar to Jack Sparrow).  Helena Bonham Carter, in big head and little body, plays the Red Queen in similar fashion to her character in “Fight Club”.  The White Queen appears here, played by Anne Hathaway, as “cute but psycho”.  Alice herself is played by Mia Wasikowska, a fairly plain and dull girl who appears to be pretending to be Daria or the super-low-key girl from “Roseanne”, Sara Gilbert.  I was not too thrilled with the caterpillar, Absolem, voiced by Alan “Hans Gruber & Severus Snape” Rickman, more serious than trippy and grotesquely realistic unlike the original cartoon version, who was still surly but at least visually appealing.  The Knave of Hearts is here: Crispin Glover, with both arms!  I wasn’t too crazy about the Cheshire Cat here, who was a more cerebral than playful.  Entertaining, well done, of course, but no better than the “Alice” miniseries and NOT a serious threat to the archetype of the Disney original, though to be honest, I didn’t get the impression that Burton intended to replace the original so much as do his own homage to it, and to that extent it certainly succeeds. 

 There is a 1933 Paramount live action movie, with Gary Cooper and Cary Grant, among other A-list stars at the time, but I’ve yet to be able to rent it on DVD.  Gardner gave it poor marks.  There is also an X-rated version, which although available for $33 on DVD, I haven’t seen – if a DVD is $8, I’ll say “what the hell” and buy it sight unseen, but for $33 I’d rather know it’s not crap.  “Bored of the Rings”, the National Lampoon parody of Lord of the Rings, was atrocious; many spoofs or parodies are clumsily bungled by lesser lights well beneath the genius of the original author/creator, so I’m not hopeful that the X-rated version does the original justice; but as I said, I haven’t seen it. 

 Music.  I’m not aware that anyone has turned Wonderland into a full-length concept album.  Jefferson Airplane’s “White Rabbit” is itself a reworking of a similar song Grace Slick wrote in her prior band, Great Society.  Much of Syd Barrett’s writing has a whimsical, child-fantasy nature to it, though the album title Piper at the Gates of Dawn is taken from Wind in the Willows, not Wonderland.  By extrapolation, Marc Bolan’s earlier T. Rex work, when his band was still named Tyrannosaurus Rex, is very Syd-influenced.  

Virginia

I’ve lived in Virginia since September 1990, and currently call it home: so it’s been almost 20 years, longer than any other single place, including Maryland and Paris.

 Before 1990.  We lived in Maryland before moving to Paris, but it was Montgomery County, which is right across the Potomac from Northern Virginia.  Thus we were familiar with Tyson’s Corner (where the mall is), Alexandria (where my uncle lives), and a trip to an apple orchard and Luray Caverns.  On home leave in 1980 and 1986 we stayed in Virginia.  Note that from Gaithersburg, Tyson’s Corner is closer than Baltimore.

 For Fall semester, first year of law school at George Mason University, in September 1990, I moved into an efficiency in Rosslyn, which is right across Key Bridge from Georgetown, DC.  In addition to growing far more experienced in Northern Virginia, after this time I finally visited southeast Virginia, Richmond, and southwest Virginia.

 Northern Virginia.   This part of Virginia borders on Maryland and DC, is extremely suburban and affluent, ad consists of Arlington, Alexandria, Falls Church, Fairfax County, Prince William County (Manassas and Woodbridge), and Loudoun County (mainly Sterling, Ashburn and Leesburg).  This is the part of Virginia I’m most familiar with and the only part I’ve actually lived in.  It’s very green, lots of trees and forests, notwithstanding the malls and urban development.  I can’t actually think of any part of Northern Virginia which could be called run down, poor, or ghetto.

 Richmond.  The capital city of Virginia, and former Confederate capital, on the other hand, has a fair amount of territory which could be called...nasty.  I’ve seen some nicer, mall-y places, but most of what I’ve seen is downtown Richmond.  I visited Virginia Commonwealth University (VCU) a few times, which is in the rundown downtown part, close to where the Virginia Court of Appeals and Supreme Court are, plus the General District Court and Circuit Court just a few blocks away.  Richmond is OLD and depressing.  I have yet to take full advantage of the Civil War aspect of it, which is the most redeeming element of this place from my perspective.

 Virginia Beach.   This is down southeast Virginia on the coast, where the ports and Naval bases are, and the beaches: Tidewater, Portsmouth, Chesapeake, Suffolk and Norfolk.  My best friend from law school, John, lives in Virginia Beach and has law offices in Virginia Beach and Portsmouth.  While there are a few rundown neighborhoods, most of the area I’d qualify as “lower middle class”, the Kid Rocks and their slightly more upscale brethren.  I like this area, and I like visiting John and his family.

 Southwest Virginia.   Harrisonburg (JMU), Roanoke.  I really have very little experience in this part of Virginia, even less than Richmond.  Route 81 follows the mountains along the western border of Virginia, parallel to the border with West Virginia.  It ends in Bristol, which straddles the state line with Tennessee.  For Memorial Day weekend in 1993 my friends Phil and John road-tripped with me to Memphis, TN, where my brother was living at the time.  However, on both ends of the journey, the ride along 81 was at night.  In July 1993 John and I were in Roanoke for the Virginia Bar Exam; in July 2001 I went to Harrisonburg for a court case which I soon thereafter transferred to another attorney.  And in December 2008 I went to Massanutten for skiing.   Driving on 81 on a sunny day is actually pretty nice – when you can see and the weather is nice.  In some ways it reminds me of Germany, and also Brazil – the countryside outside of Rio de Janeiro on the way to Buzios.  But aside from James Madison University (+ Washington & Lee and Virginia Tech) and the Virginia Bar’s mandatory one-location summer bar exam exile in Roanoke, there really isn’t much of major value in this part of Virginia – certainly nothing to compel me to go there on a regular basis.

 Charlottesville.  Home of the University of Virginia.  I’ve been to Charlottesville twice – once to scope out UVa in the summer of 1984, and once to handle a child custody matter far more recently (going nowhere close to UVa itself).  Basically you drive down Route 29 from Northern Virginia for about 1.5 hours.

 Warrenton & Winchester.  Small cities nestled in the mountains, more like due northwest of DC.  Winchester has LOTS of those old early 20^th century houses which are run down, similar to northern New Jersey. 

 Founding Fathers.  George Washington (home: Mount Vernon, up near DC), Thomas Jefferson (home: Monticello, at UVa), George Mason (home: Gunston Hall), James Madison, are all from Virginia. 

 Civil War.  As I’ve mentioned dozens of times, Virginia’s biggest significance is its role in the Civil War.  Several major battles: Bull Run, Wilderness, Spotsylvania, Petersburg, and the surrender at Appomatox.  The capital, Richmond.  Robert E. Lee, commander of the Confederate Army, and the 2^nd most important Confederate general, Thomas “Stonewall” Jackson.  The Army of Northern Virginia.  And the funny thing is, I still haven’t been to a single battlefield or museum in Virginia.  It’s like living in Paris and not going to the Louvre until relatives come in from out of town, and same with DC.  I’ll get around to it... eventually. 

Weddings

“This is supposed to be a joyous occasion.  Let’s not bicker about who killed who.”

                                                Michael Palin, “Monty Python and the Holy Grail”

 By now I’ve been to several of these, none of them (yet) my own. [Updated 10/25/21]

 The first one was back in 1978 or so, in upstate New York (Glens Falls) for my cousin Colleen.  The wedding was at her sister’s house, and the whole procedure was fairly quick and simple, nothing long, drawn out or elaborate, simply an exchange of vows in a legally binding ceremony in quiet, modest surroundings.  Then we all went over to the banquet lodge on the main road leading up to Lake George, across from Six Flags Great Escapes (though at that time it was Storytown USA), for the reception.  Since I was under 10 years old, I can’t remember much more than the grown-ups drinking and dancing; I was mostly bored.  Some things never change.

 Wedding #2.      My law school colleague Jim, for his first wedding, on May 20, 1995.  Jim married his first wife, Elizabeth, in Princeton, NJ (amidst the college town).  The ceremony itself was brief, inside a gothic-style Protestant church.  Then we walked down the street (nice, sunny day) to the banquet hall.  I must have stayed at the reception for at most an hour; I had to drive, so I didn’t drink anything.  I had been visiting my college buddy Ken.  He and (college buddy) Dave were at a mall meeting the Misfits and Glenn Danzig while I was at the wedding.  This is probably my quickest wedding/reception combo of all of them.

 Wedding #3.      Literally one week after Jim’s wedding, was my sister Sarah’s on May 27, 1995, at the Navy Chapel in Nebraska Ave. in DC (very close to American University).   She married her first husband Kyle.  She had the full wedding mass, so we were excused from church the next day (Sunday).  The perfect wedding!  Even the weather was clear.  I was a groomsman, so I had to wear a tux, which is not appreciably more uncomfortable than a suit and tie.  We had the reception at my parents’ house, in the back yard.  We had spent all spring breaking up the broken pool, filling it in with dirt, and laying sod over it, so it was all ready to for the reception.   There was a DJ, who played music everyone could enjoy at first, then when all the old people had gone and only young, drunk people were left, they put on the more rocking music we could dance to.  Since I could crash at the house, I got hammered, and was not feeling good the next day, however I would say that I did enjoy both the wedding and the reception and was not particularly bored at either.

 Wedding #4.      Approximately one year later (July 5, 1996), my high school friend Jean (John) married his wife Ina (German) in her hometown of Eichenbuhl, Germany, a part of northwest Bavaria close to Frankfurt.  They actually had a civil ceremony in Arizona (his last US army post before being shipped to Germany for his current post) and simply had the religious/social wedding after the fact.  The wedding took place in the Catholic church in Eichenbuhl.  The town was so small that everyone could walk to the church from the house.  Then a caravan of cars took us to a banquet hall in another town for the reception, which was all in German, so I was lost.  I didn’t drink that much.  The next day most of the other guests were hung over and miserable, but laughing about “mein hund is tod!” (my dog is dead!).  In addition to the bride’s family who were close by in Germany, Jean’s mother came in from Paris, his father, stepmother and stepsister came in from Ohio, and a few Army buddies of his and college buddies also showed up.  Jean had to repeat everything in English, French and German, fortunately being fairly fluent in all three languages.  I remember being very attracted to Ina’s sister Isabel – I even have a photo of her blowing me a kiss.  Awww.

            As a matter of fact, my high school, the American School of Paris, had its 40^th reunion in Paris in June.  I could afford to go the reunion or his wedding, but not both, as they were too far apart from each other.  I decided it was better to go to Jean’s wedding.  I got along fine with Ina (who I had met before when Jean came to the DC area to visit in April 1995), her family – especially her brother Maik, who was very cool – and most everyone else at the wedding.  On the last day, after most everyone else had gone home, Jean took myself and his relatives from the US on a tour of Wertheim, which was close by.  Overall it was a completely positive experience.

 Wedding #5.      My brother Matt was married on October 30, 1998, in Chantilly, Virginia.  The wedding was at St. Timothy’s, which is actually Matt’s normal parish.  Like my sister, he had the full wedding mass.  The reception was at a Knights of Columbus Hall in Sterling.  I was the Best Man, so I gave a speech/toast at the wedding and successfully handed Matt the ring for Danielle without losing it.  The reception was fairly brief but equally enjoyable – it did not drag on.  I had to drive one of the cars back so I couldn't drink.  This was another successful (joyous) and not boring occasion.

 Wedding #6.  My best friend Phil’s sister Kathy was married (I don’t recall the date, but it was before Phil).  She and her husband have some fixation on Celtic mythology, as all their children have strange names no one can pronounce and no one had ever heard of before.  They also insisted on getting married on April 28, which that year was on a Wednesday.  The wedding and reception were at the Laurel Brigade Inn, in downtown Leesburg, Virginia.  The wedding itself took place in the gazebo out back, the total effect being “The Shire/Middle Earth”.  Aside from the date and the surroundings, however, the wedding and reception were fairly traditional.  Having driven, I would not have drunk, but in any case my memory of this is sketchy at best – not “please shoot me” boring or fantastically fun.

 Wedding #7.      My best friend Phil was married almost exactly after my brother, on or about November 1, 1999, in Reston, VA.  Phil & Julie had their wedding & reception at the same location, a country club in Reston, which made the logistics much simpler.  The ceremony was performed by a female non-denominational minister who dragged it on 3x as long as most Catholic ceremonies.  I was the Best Man again, so I gave another speech.   I wore a tux, as did Phil and my brother, whereas two of Phil’s Scottish buddies wore their kilts.  I had to drive, so I couldn’t drink.  In this case the reception dragged on and on, and I was in that terrible position of not having anyone I brought to the wedding who I could dance with, nor anyone else of any interest either; however, they had did a live swing band.  Phil & Julie ended the affair with a “cop & robber” routine.

             Incidentally, they talk about weddings being great places to hook up, but my experience has been that 99% of the women at the weddings are (1) already married, (2) older aunts and grandmothers, (3) underage girls, or (4) the bride’s pissy sisters or friends who all hate me.  And the bouquet always seems to be caught by the youngest girl present.

 Wedding #8.      My secretary Nhu, who was married in November 2006 at the Lucky 3 Chinese restaurant in Falls Church.  Yet again, I was alone: the woman I was dating at the time, a Filipino woman due to move to Chicago permanently the following January, ominously refused to go with me, and sure enough dumped me a few weeks later.  This was the traditional Vietnamese wedding, at a large restaurant with 20 tables, 19 of which feature Vietnamese people and 1 for all the “nguoi my” (Americans) who sit around puzzled as 99% of the proceedings are in Vietnamese.  The bride and groom are, of course, the center of attention and have 3 different costumes they wear, very traditional.  Everyone is happy, lots of booze goes around, and Viets have as much fun at these things as anyone else.

 Wedding #9.      My former secretary Jenny, who was married in March 2008 at the same Lucky 3 restaurant in Falls Church.  This was virtually indistinguishable, except that Jenny had her actual wedding at her husband’s house with a Fairfax County Justice of the Peace performing the ceremony (the only other Nguoi My at the wedding).  The reception was the same elaborate affair of MC, various comedy/musical numbers, and 3 wardrobe changes for the bride and groom.  I did notice more Americans at this wedding and the MC often spoke in English, which reduced the boredom factor somewhat.  I still don’t speak Vietnamese and zone out when they “talk amongst themselves”.  

  

 Wedding #10.      My friend Jim’s second wedding, on August 1, 2010.  Jim and his second wife Natalya had their wedding at the Russian Orthodox Church in DC, at Seventeenth and Spepherd.  The ceremony was very long, part of which involved holding heavy crowns above each of their heads with our right hands.  It got so tiresome that we took turns doing so.  The church was very ornate and sophisticated, lots of icons and Cyrllic lettering, and the priest spoke in Russian, which I don’t understand more of than “da”, “nyet”, and “tovarich”, none of which are necessary in a religious ceremony.  Then we went to Maggiano’s Little Italy restaurant in DC, on Wisconsin Ave. across the street from Mazza Gallerie.  This was a more cozy affair, 3 tables, mostly Jim’s family (I imagine the bride’s family are in Russia).  This was the ONE wedding where I actually brought someone, Loni, we had been dating for awhile.  That made the whole experience a little less tiresome.

Wedding #11. [Here's the update.]  My most recent secretary, Jane, was married on Saturday, October 23 - I skipped the wedding - and had her reception on Sunday, which I attended.  Comrade Campbell, my retired colleague, was there, as was our former office manager Nancy, and another former secretary Tuan (female) with her BF.  Not too bad, but again I had no one to bring and had to drive, so I couldn't drink.  I left shortly after Campbell left, being neither entertained nor an essential part of the event.  

 Tradition.  Leaving aside the Vietnamese weddings, which follow their own traditions (fairly faithfully, so far as I can tell), most American weddings take tradition as a default and veer off from it on minor points to various degrees.  The most obvious “traditions” are: (1) bride and groom (though taking some flak in recent years); (2) bridal shower & bachelor party (these vary in raunchiness), (3) fancy tux & elaborate wedding gown for the bride & groom + tuxes (and/or kilts) for the groomsmen and horrible dresses for the bridesmaids; (4) a big, multi-layer cake, served first by the bride and groom to each other with maximum mess (why not just throw cream pies at each other and shoot seltzer water?), (5) flower girl and ring bearer, a very young girl and boy, respectively, sometimes the wedding couple’s children by prior marriages or until-now-illegitimate spawn, (6) the throwing of the bouquet to the female least likely to wed anytime soon, (7) a wedding photographer, to memorialize this in an album only the bride will ever look at again (my sister actually FORGOT her wedding album at our house when my parents moved),  (8) dancing & music at (9) a lavish reception, with (10) the bride & groom making some dramatic exit from the festivities amidst rice and some sort of vehicle festooned with “JUST MARRIED”.

 Ultimately, however, a wedding is between the bride and groom, and the traditions are simply starting points to be changed or discarded altogether as the parties (i.e. the bride and her mother) decide.  Usually the groom doesn’t care one way or another, the bride’s father winces at the vast expenses, and the bride takes full command of the affair, no matter how elaborate and difficult the overall undertaking may be, with some  help or debate from other female relatives, all of whom have strong opinions about every minor detail – and the men are all just as militantly disinterested; the groom is focused on the wedding night and the groomsmen on scoring with female wedding party members or guests, or just plain getting hammered if no poontang appears forthcoming (the bride’s father might hit the booze, as it’s already paid for anyway).  Somehow, it all comes together at the last moment and does not devolve into a cruel train wreck.  At least, that’s been MY experience.

  Bridezilla.  Despite what Hollywood would have us believe, I’ve never experienced a particularly onerous bride, although I’ve never been the groom.  Even as Best Man my duties were (A) bachelor party, and (B) handing the ring to the groom (“one ring to rule them all, and in the darkness bind them”).   My sister’s wedding was probably the one in which I was most involved, but my parents were very good at handling much of the details of that.  Many movies take the tack, like the first “Sex and the City” film, that it should be about the COUPLE and not merely the BRIDE; I know if I see a runaway groom at the beginning of a film involving a huge wedding, by the end of the film the bride and groom will be exchanging vows alone in front of a court clerk and just as happy – the groom that he escaped the bullshit of that damn wedding, the bride that “he didn’t get away”. 

 Nor have I seen any (1) objections raised, (2) runaway brides – or grooms, (3) deaths, (4) scandals (e.g. groom accusing bride of sleeping with the Best Man, which would have been me on two occasions, and in those cases hooking up with the bride was never a remote possibility), or any other special or memorable drama or excitement.  To the contrary, I find weddings and the receptions to be mostly dull.  I was never a big drinker, and in most cases I had to drive anyway.  As entertaining as the bride and groom attempt to make the reception for the guests, as nice and unselfish as they may be (and, most often, are) ultimately the whole thing is still about them.  Moreover, I saw the most idyllic wedding, my sister’s first wedding, ultimately result in divorce years later.  Yet my parents, who were married in San Francisco in a small civil wedding (the image I have in my head is of Paul McCartney’s wedding to Linda Eastman McCartney) – about as modest as you can get and still be legally married – remained married continuously and without interruption until my father’s death in December 2004, which also applies to the Paul-Linda marriage (!).  My brother's wedding was also fairly modest and he's still married to his wife.  I'm not seeing any positive correlation between the size and complexity of the wedding and reception, and the strength of the ensuing marriage.  If anything, a slight negative correlation.

Bachelor Parties.  I was best man at two weddings, and took care of the bachelor parties.  Apparently I'm not at liberty to discuss them, even decades later, but suffice to say that everyone involved was satisfied.  

   

 As a matter of fact, as a divorce lawyer I saw something pretty amusing – at least, amusing to me.  Until recently, the clerk’s office in Fairfax was set up so that attorneys coming down from courtrooms upstairs, with fresh divorce decrees in hand coming down to get copies made, came up to a clerk’s counter to do so which was 15 feet away from the clerk who performed marriage ceremonies.  A client could, if he or she was so inclined and had their subsequent spouse present and handy, literally walk 15 feet and remarry immediately.  Hardly surprisingly, none of them showed any interest in doing so.