A non-traditional wedding in a traditional New England beach town provided IgoUgo Project Manager Cia B. the excuse she needed to continue her summer lobster-roll bender. She liked 'Gansett's rolls almost as much as she liked its laid-back attitude.
I recently counted how many weddings I've been to in the last six years: sixteen. My boyfriend's friends are all of marrying age, so I was a plus-one at most of them. Buying an outfit for weddings is the most challenging part: nothing white (you’ll upstage the bride) and no repeat dresses (when the same friends are expected to attend). I have several dresses in my closet that I bought specifically for these weddings, but I’ll have to wait for my own friends' weddings to wear them again. That's why, when we received an invitation to a wedding on the beach in Narragansett, Rhode Island, that said, "the groom will not wear a suit, so neither should you," we were delighted to attend.
After a long drive from New York City, we checked into the Blueberry Cove Inn. We followed Dave, one of the owners, as he gave us a tour of the house and showed us our room. It's a huge, colonial-style house, a little bit creaky but charming in that New England sort of way.
A lobster-roll lunch was much needed after our long drive from New York City. We sat at Jim's Dock and ordered fried clam cakes and clam chowder. For $16, I got my money's worth because there was so much lobster meat in my lobster roll. I'm not a big fan of mayonnaise, but Jim’s Dock's version barely had any. It wasn't a traditional lobster roll per se, but I didn't complain. Back in the sandy parking lot, we saw that our rental was blocked by a huge minivan. Another woman who was parking her car told us that all we had to do was get inside the other car and move it ourselves. Perplexed, we took a peek, and sure enough, the key was still in the ignition. "Is this how you guys do it?" I asked. I got a nod and a smile from the lady as she walked away. We didn't have to break in after all.
Before we joined the laid-back wedding on the beach, we drove around Narragansett to check out the scene. Point Judith Lighthouse stood mightily on the tip of the coast as spear fishermen tried their luck down below. Some of the locals brought their own chairs and were sunbathing on the grass instead of on the beach. A family in saris was walking down the beach with their children, who were squealing and running around. A couple was taking a stroll with dogs that looked like they were out of the house for the first time in a long time.
The wedding itself was on Scarborough State Beach. We were able to catch up with some friends before the couple made their entrance. True to their invitation, the groom was wearing light brown pants and a linen shirt. Instead of a white gown, the bride wore a long, animal-print, halter-top dress. We followed the minister down to the beach and stood in a circle as the couple exchanged their vows by airing their grievances. "I promise to close all the drawers after opening them" and "I promise to not ask you a question when you're two rooms away" elicited some laughs because they were all too familiar. To make it official, the parents of the newlyweds high-fived and hugged in front of everyone. And so, with sand between their toes, our good friends were married.
In terms of mobility, the next day proved to be very difficult because of the copious amount of champagne we consumed during the reception. We ended up at Phil's Restaurant for brunch, and I enjoyed three fried eggs, a plate of corned beef hash, fried potatoes, and toast. Of course, I felt sick afterwards, but how can you say no to diner food from the state that invented the concept in the first place? Luckily, some shopping at orange lola across the street calmed my stomach. We stopped by several farm market stands along the highway, but then decided to just make our way back to Manhattan, where some people are most likely wearing white—at least until September comes.