Courtney and Boris warned me that their family was particularly fun-loving. That there would be quite a dance party. That Boris was Russian, which meant that there would be lots of vodka. That Courtney was Jewish, thus contributing more raucous dancing. That their wedding coordinator at the historic Cliff House was nothing short of a life force. Still, nothing prepared me for the wedding celebration that ensued and really there is no other word to describe this wedding than celebration. I’m here for you two if you decide to marry each other all over again. L’Chaim!