“I Miss You, Benny-Boo-Boo-Boo-Boo-Boo” is a line from a 2003 movie, How to Lose A Guy in 10 Days. My step-daughter’s new husband is named Ben, so she gave him the pet-name of “Benny Boo.” They were just married a few days ago, as discussed in this blog. The hashtag identifier (Hashtagify) for their Instagram wedding photos is #bennybooido. The wedding took place at the historic Presidio Chapel, overlooking the Golden Gate Bridge, and the reception at nearby Arguello. Many family members and friends traveled into town for the small ceremony of about 100 guests, with several pre and post get-togethers in and around San Francisco. 

It was my job to paint a poetic picture of the event, as I try to do with all memorable events. My goal is to be humorous, but there is often too much inside information for others to understand. I also try to maintain some sense of anonymity for those involved. The couple just moved cross-country from Washington, D.C. where they met and have an apartment in the Dog Patch Neighborhood, formerly a ship-building hub. There is a hip mixture of industrial and residential properties. They relocated to the Bay Area for career advancement just a few months ago and will honeymoon in Hawaii.

The outdoor wedding ceremony itself involved impressive memorization, custom music, and a unique touch when the rings were passed for each guest to bless or warm in their own private way, while the bride & groom finished their vows. The 88 year-old bell in the chapel tower began to ring as we all moved to the reception. I offer this recap of this unforgettable occasion:

Benny Boo I Do 

A wedding weekend,
By the Bay.
Hoping Karl the Fog,
Would stay away.

Nails were done,
Wine then flowed.
Ben was excited,
Miranda glowed.

The Daniels’ clan,
And Humphrey’s too.
Came cross-country,
To celebrate you.

Exploring the mystery,
Of the fabled “Lum Bum.”
Food trucks galore,
And mini-golf for some.

After wine and beer,
The Sangria even gone.
The first hangovers,
Appeared at dawn.

But blue skies prevailed,
And vows were said.
“Ro” and “Benny Boo,”
Were happily wed.

The cute little flower girl,
Ran scared down the aisle.
Despite a few tears,
There were many a smile.

The rings were passed,
Their bond was blessed.
Ben somehow passed,
His memorization test.

The Presidio bell,
Tolled after “I dos.”
As family and friends,
Shared the good news.

The dinner reception,
Was a short walk away.
The margaritas flowed,
And music began to play.

A Spanish theme,
At a historic site.
Arguello setting,
In the sunset light.

The father of the bride,
Toasted his new son.
Then sister Megan,
Praised and poked fun.

Mom stood by,
As she has all along.
And should have joined,
Her girls in song.

The party broke up,
At nearly eleven.
But the Dorian nightcap,
Rumored till seven.

It was Labor Day,
When all was done.
City View brunch,
With Lum Dim Sum.

Beautiful gowns,
Hugs all around.
The former D.C. couple,
Is Maui-Moon bound.

To their Dogpatch home,
With tans they’ll return.
They have new careers,
And promotions to earn.

Next stop Portland,
For wedding two.
To Megan and Mitch,
We hoist a brew.

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