Friday, January 22, 2010

"Move Over, Steve Martin"

By Jerry Zezima

The Stamford Advocate

If Steve Martin doesn’t want to do another “Father of the Bride” movie, and the studio can’t find anyone to replace him (original star Spencer Tracy can’t take the role because he is, contractually, dead), I have just the man to play the lead.

I refer, of course, to myself. That’s because I recently found out that I am going to star in the sequel to my own version of the popular series.

It gives me great pleasure to announce that my younger daughter, Lauren, is engaged to be married to a wonderful young man named Guillaume.

The first time I was father of the bride was in 2006, when my older daughter, Katie, married Dave, who also is a wonderful young man.

It goes without saying, but I will say it anyway, that Katie and Lauren are wonderful young women, primarily because they take after their mother, also known as my wife, Sue, who once again will be mother of the bride, the role played by Diane Keaton in the two Steve Martin movies and by Joan Bennett in the two Spencer Tracy movies. Maybe Sue should get an agent.

Anyway, in the immortal words of that great philosopher Yogi Berra, it’s deja vu all over again. I’m thrilled because the first time around was so memorable.

One part I will never forget, and which Hollywood could never top, was when Sue suggested we have Katie’s bridal shower at home because it would, Sue said, “save us money.”

“What a brilliant idea!” I responded enthusiastically, because as father of the bride I was already hemorrhaging cash.

“Of course,” Sue added, “we’ll have to redo the kitchen.”

As you already may have guessed, we didn’t save money. In fact, we spent more than my feeble mind could have imagined, not just on the kitchen, which was finished the day before the shower, but on our underground oil tank, which ruptured a week leading up to the occasion.

The tank was dug up, making the side yard look like a war zone, and was temporarily replaced by an old, rusty, above-ground tank that sat in full view of the guests, who gathered under a tent in the back yard. To add to the ambience, the replacement tank was festooned with balloons and a sign saying, “Congratulations!”

Still, the day was terrific. Not only were men invited, but it may have been the first bridal shower in history to feature cigars. It ended in a game of beer pong.

Because I have two left feet, which makes it extremely difficult to buy shoes, I took a dancing lesson so I wouldn’t humiliate myself at the reception. Sue came along because she wasn’t much better. In fact, we could have had our own show: “Dancing With the Stiffs.” The lesson helped.

We also assisted Katie and Dave in picking out a wedding cake. The decision was made one morning at an elegant bakery, where we each had a slice of eight different cakes for breakfast.

And, a week before the big event, I pampered myself by going to a spa for a day of beauty, which included a pedicure, a manicure and a massage. After all, sometimes a boy just likes to feel pretty.

It all culminated in the greatest wedding in the history of matrimony. Katie was a luminously beautiful bride, Dave was a dashingly handsome groom and I didn’t fall on my face while walking Katie down the aisle.

I’m sure my second time as father of the bride will be just as memorable. I might even invite Steve Martin to the wedding.

Copyright 2010 by Jerry Zezima


Suzette Standring said...

Happy times! Now that you've done it once, you've banished all fears of underground oil tank repairs and kitchen renovations. The blissful bride will reap the rewards of perfection. Looking forward to hearing about your reprise roles as "the parents." Steve Martin, move over. Spencer Tracy, turn over (in your grave). The Zez will show you how it's done.

Melinda Ehrlich said...

Congratulations on your second daughter's engagement.I really hope Steve Martin shows up for the big day - if he can tear himself away from pursuing Meryl Streep(It's Complicated).
Gal(as opposed to Fellow) Blogger,
Melinda Ehrlich