True Confessions: I'm a Wedding Crasher!

Yup. That's me.. i'm a certified, international wedding crasher! My latest was in Rome this week. I was staying at a centuries-old villa high on one of the seven hills (who can name them?) and this place was just lovely as you can see from the pictures.

But EVERY NIGHT I was kept awake til two, three in the morning by the sounds of a wedding band doing the usual numbers, like "Y.M.C.A." and "I Will Survive," all in bad Italian accents. (Kind of odd songs for a wedding, but hey... this DID eventually get to "Volare.")

So like the saying goes, if you can't beat 'em, join 'em.

My American travel pal and I put on our fancy party duds and strolled right across the lawn, and through the gardens full of duck ponds, ivy-covered archways and lemon groves, and right up to the open bar and ordered our first (free!) drinks of the night.

In this case it was a couple of grappas, a strong sipping liqueur from the north of Italy. With our fine stemware we walked to the dance floor and watched the bride and groom (Marco and Sara according to the program we saw posted at the gate) boogie to outdated American tunes.

We elected not to dance in case we got too close to the bridal couple and they could ask each other who we were. This way, everyone just assumed we were with the "other" side.

Then my friend and I went to the dessert buffet and helped ourselves to some wedding cake, taking care not to disturb the top tier, which was lovingly decorated with strawberries and lady fingers. After the cake we had a slice of panna cotta and a slice of lemon torte. All washed down with some decaf espresso from a white-gloved waiter. 

So fess up ladies... have you ever, WOULD YOU EVER, crash someone's wedding? Did anyone crash yours?