I officiated a wedding for a lovely Russian groom three years ago in Manhattan. His brother contacted me almost a year ago to say he wanted me to officiate this past July in Long Island City at the Foundry, a wonderful industrial event space.
His meeting with the bride read like a movie script that could only take place in New York City. The bride was vacationing in Australia and went to a bar two nights before she was to return home. She met her husband-to-be there and, after spending many hours with him, changed her plane tickets. They saw each other constantly, and he flew to Australia to meet her parents.
Seven months after their meeting, they decided to marry, and I worked with them on the service. She was raised Christian and wanted her mother to read from the New Testament and light a Unity Candle. Her parents, siblings, and dog flew from Melbourne and planned the wedding on short notice.
As evidenced by their beaming faces, this is one ecstatic couple. They plan to live here for the moment, but Australia is not out of the picture. Where else but NY can a drink at a bar change someone’s life?






A couple phoned me two weeks before Christmas this year who were friends of a couple I married three years ago in Cooperstown, NY. The bride and groom were living in LA presently but had grown up on the East Coast. 







