Chairs set up for a beach wedding in Long Branch...

At a lonely table for one, late at a wedding in Long Branch, burning the candle literally at one end, figuratively at both.

After the chafing dishes have been swept away, the wedding cake has been cut and the crowd has migrated to the dance floor, leave it to Mr. Lugubrious to find an altar of conjugal emptiness.

A wedding in Long Branch brings to mind John Updike's wonderful brief essay, "Women Dancing."