If I say so myself, it was a complete success. I personally embarrassed my daughter three times by my count, which is the requisite minimum number for a self-respecting dad to embarrass his daughter.
Let's face it, the 21st Century American wedding has gotten completely out of hand. This wedding was no exception. There was a regular battalion of bridesmaids and groomsmen. Lined up at the altar, they looked like the finale of a Gilbert and Sullivan operetta.
The rehearsal dinner was at a magnificent old home, the ceremony was beautifully conducted at St Martins in the Fields by Father John McCard, and afterwards, there was a reception at a swanky country club. This morning, there was a wonderful breakfast.
It was a complete blowout.
Yes, the modern American wedding is an insane extravagance, but - to reiterate - this morning my daughter is married to the man she has chosen to spend the rest of her life with. And he is a wonderful man.
There are worse reasons for extravagance.