I’ll be moving back to Beijing on 9/25, and there’ll be more posts about that in due course.
My friends Jon and Rebecca were married today at the Art Alliance, off of Rittenhouse Square. Here’s the speech I gave, as well as I can remember it:
I’ve known Jon since preschool, since we were in diapers. I can’t remember a time when I didn’t know him. I’ve known Rebecca for just over a year, ever since Jon e-mailed me last July to say that he’d met this incredible girl, and that they were planning to get married.
I was living in China at the time, and as soon as I got the e-mail, I ran out to the local grocery store, bought a phone card, ran back home, called Jon, and started screaming at him – what on earth did he think he was doing, was he crazy, that kind of thing. Apparently Rebecca could hear me from across the room.
Not long afterwards, I came back to the States and met Rebecca for the first time, and saw that he hadn’t lost his mind, that they really were perfect for one another. It’s been just over a year now since I first met Rebecca, and already I can’t imagine Jon without her.
I asked Jon if he had any ideas for what I should say in the toast, and he suggested using a Chinese poem or something – Jon and Rebecca do art; I do Chinese. The problem is that Chinese love poems – like most love poems, really – are incredibly depressing, all about separation and longing. Because when you think about it, “and they lived happily ever after” is hard to write from – it’s more of an ending than a beginning.
Be that as it may, I’d like everybody to raise their glasses now and join me in celebrating this beginning and congratulating Jon and Rebecca, in wishing them every happiness and a marriage better than poetry.