Peace up. A-town down.
-Usher
HONOLULU -- One of the reasons I usually do well playing poker on the road is that I have none of the distractions I have at home, namely work.
I play longer because I'm not tired or have things to do, like drink, for example. Poker has my undivided attention.
On Sunday, the time finally came for what I'm here for, my cousin's wedding. Of all the weddings I've been to, this one was by far the most lavish, it was held at the four-star
Hyatt Regency Waikiki Beach Resort and Spa. (My friend Doug's wedding at Jekyll Island on the Georgia coast was by far the most efficient of the nicest weddings I've attended).
Two cellists played traditional wedding music while the bride was escorted out onto the outdoor terrace that had a backdrop of the sea. It reminded me of something out of the 1930s, from The English Patient, of times so good you know they won't ever be the same again.
It was so nice that although I kept reminding myself how touristy Waikiki is, I kept thinking, dude, you should get married here.
The later reception was a pretty formal affair, almost reminding me of official work parties in Japan. The bride and groom sat on a raised platform and toasts were made in their honor. Several banzai toasts were also made in their honor, making me wonder if by the very act of doing this, we were sending planes in the air.
The music and dancing seemed almost an afterthought to the program, and maybe that was for the best. Watching the Asian DJ crank out music and then watching my cousin's friends dance reminded me of having spent years watching SEC football and then having to watch Hawaii try to survive in the Hawaii Bowl.
I was tempted on several occasions to text a friend back home at how horrible the rap music was here.
And then I heard Usher sing out to the A-town. I'm pretty sure none of the wedding dancers could tell you what or where it is.
But I do and it was heartening to know that Atlanta was representing at a wedding far out in this jewel of a city in the Pacific.