After dinner at Capones in West Hollywood, the waiter brought two more glasses of Merlot. Michael toasted to Ira's new business venture, freelance marketing and creative direction "clink". As the wine glasses began to empty, Ira noticed something shinny at the bottom, "what's this?" Michael smiled, "I think we are overdue for a commitment ceremony, what do you think?" "I think you are absolutely right."
A wedding band was in each of the glasses. "I already found the Rabbi," Michael chuckled. The fact that a Catholic got a Rabbi for a Gay commitment ceremony boggled Ira's mind. Of course, he was Jewish and loved Christmas, so they were evenly matched.
After meeting with the Rabbi, and setting the date, lots of plans had to be made. Nothing made Ira happier than planning a celebration. Although this was not a legal marriage, it was much more real than his marriage to Phyllis.
Finally, the day arrived and it was perfect, a beautiful Sunday afternoon. The setting was at a friends estate on Mount Olympus, with an incredible view of the city. Michael had another surprise up his sleeve. When they came out and walked towards the Chuppah, Rebecca Stone was holding up one of the corners of the Tallis on a canopy pole. Ira started to cry and didn't stop until he crushed the glass with his right foot. Another surprise was that the Reformed Jewish Movement recognized their union as a marriage explained the Rabbi as she signed a Ketubah.
Now it was party time. On the top of the cake were two teddy bears in matching tuxes (this was before you could buy two grooms or brides). Three layers of heaven. Feeding each other cake and kissing to clanking wine glasses made this day even more joyous. Ira and Michael felt love and support. They would remember this day, always.
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