I hope one day I learn to party like Papa Jack. I first met him as he thrust a glass of beer in my hand.

“No, thank you,” I objected.

“You must have a beer.”

“But I don’t drink.”

“Tonight you do.”

With that he turned and walked away, back toward the party. We laughed. After all, we were here at his invitation. Sort of. We were the wedding crashers.

The evening had started with dinner as we listened to the music from the band. Our curiosity eventually got the best of us and we wandered to the edge of the cliff to observe the revelry on the beach below. The setting was fantastic. Folks danced on the floor constructed in the center, surrounded by tables. The silver serving dishes from the buffet traced the edge of the party area.

As we lurked from the cliff, one of the attendees looked up and waved for us to come down. “Come on!” he shouted.

We hesitated for a bit, but eventually decided to go observe the party on the beach level. The bride joined the band and sang a song before calling the groom to the stage. One of the bride’s sisters also sang a song as the party moved onto the stage.

It was just after this that the gentleman who had waved us down came over to greet us. This was Papa Jack – the father of the bride.

Over the next half hour or so we got to meet Papa Jack’s beautiful wife, his three daughters, his new son in law and many other members of the family. The hospitality was amazing.

And this is why I want to party like Papa Jack. It wasn’t the venue, although this was one of the best beach setups I have ever seen for a wedding. It wasn’t the music, although the band was quite good – playing everything from Bruno Mars to Kool and the Gang to the Beatles. It wasn’t the beer.

Here was a man who was busy marrying off one of his daughters. This was a family occasion. No one would blame him for ignoring some foreigners who were roaming the resort. And yet he drew us in.

Life is about relationships. Life is enjoyed best when we are engaging one another and getting to know each other. That’s the real party. Or at least, that’s the one I want to be at.

 

BTW, Kevin and Bea, if you ever see this blog post, I want you to know that I’m hoping for an invitation when your time comes around. 🙂