Becky is long gone, and with her went all memory making while making the memory, or so I thought..
The other day, my oh-so-Jerz-Yankee loving-Giants rooting friend Dan and I decided to take an Upper West Side stroll and see what we could get into. A walk along an art fair on Central Park West lead to John Lennon’s Imagine Circle and finally to my favorite pond in The Park.
We were pleasantly surprised to find a barefoot man with a mic, an amp and a guitar serenading a hill of passerby’s and a small crowd that formed in the grass. He was playing Simon & Garfunkel, The Grateful Dead and Eric Clapton or, as I like to call it, the ‘Soundtrack to My Childhood’ playlist on my iPod.
As I channeled my inner acoustic hippy, as only a girl with an Uncle Dave can do, a wedding party walked across the sidewalk that separated the crowd from entertainer. Not even rare for a Saturday in Central Park. But he stopped mid Peter, Paul & Mary to talk to the newlyweds.
Barefoot singer: Congratulations! How long have you two been married?
Bride: About 30 minutes.
Barefoot singer: Wow, so pictures here then reception later?
Groom: Yep, that’s the plan.
Barefoot singer: Well, I sure would love it if you had your first dance as man and wife right here, can I sing you a song?
He then ponders out loud if he should sing an Elvis or a James Taylor song, and some lunatic (me) yells out, “James Taylor!” So he starts to sing ‘Shower the People’ and the now-married couple begins to dance.
Then the wedding party joined in the dance. Then little girls began to dance with their dads. Then couples began spontaneously standing up from their blankets and dancing on the hill. Then the rowboats on the pond rowed nearer.
That’s when I crossed over. I was clearly cherishing the moment while still in the moment. Taking mental pictures. Being thankful that I blurted out ‘James Taylor’ because this wouldn’t be nearly as meaningful to me if it were an Elvis song. Deep breaths. Smiling with my eyes closed. It was magical. As you can see, I also took a real picture.
(Me to Dan: Hey, you're at a better angle, can you take a picture? And try not to get the American bandanna in there.) Clearly a picture FAIL. Way to go Danno.
Sidenote: Try not to get used to ‘sensitive Jenna.’ In fact, I would recommend you really enjoy this now, maybe take a mental picture and remember how warm it feels. Cause this is about as rare as ‘serious Jenna.’ Holla!