You know what’s fun? Weddings.
Emma’s sister got married yesterday in Battery Park, and the reception was at this adorable restaurant in Brooklyn called Bubby’s.
Think about it. You’ve got a big party of friends and family, there’s delicious food, a giant cake, and, perhaps most importantly, dancing.
Those of you who know me know that I am not what you would call a “skilled dancer.” Or even really a “dancer.” Exhibit A:
And, heck, Exhibit B:
My dancing consists of mostly bopping around, punching my arms, and knowing the words to virtually every classic or new pop song. Which is why I am so perfect for the wedding reception.
When you’re dancing with your 80-year-old grandfather, no one really cares how cool your moves are. I mean, your mom is in the corner doing the electric slide. I don’t think it’s your own dance steps that you need to worry about.
So hats off to the wedding reception, giving hope to people with two left feet.