So the wedding....
I'll start by saying my cousin (the bride) has had a rough go in life. Her parents died in a murder/suicide when she was two. My aunt and uncle raised her in Wichita, but in recent years they had a serious falling out and they didn't even come to the wedding. They haven't spoken to her in over a year.
However, she has a genius level IQ and is pretty strong willed. She went to the Albert Einstein School of Medicine in NYC for a while which is where she met her husband. He is almost a doctor and they moved to San Fran together for his residency. However he is from a fully Jewish New York family. In order for them to have any kind of blessing from his family, she had to convert to Judaism, which she did.
So the wedding (paid for by his parents), was a fairly authentic Jewish wedding. It was held at Battery Gardens in Battery Park and throughout the entire thing we could see the statue of Liberty and Ellis Island. The rabbi was young and energetic and did a fantastic job keeping us entertained, despite half the ceremony being in Aramaic. Our family and a handful of their friends were the only Gentiles there.
And the ceremony was amazing. There was a lot of symbolic ceremony and a breaking of a glass and yelling Mozol Tov. The reception had a part where the family of the groom when absolutely bonkers dancing in circles. Father of the groom said he had been working out for months to get in shape just to do the dances. At one point we had the bride and groom in chairs and lifted them up and bounced them up and down for about 5 minutes. Luckily, no one was injured.
All in all it was a great experience. We (and even my cousin to an extent) felt a bit like outsiders looking in at the whole thing...wondering what the heck was being said or what was going on for much of the ceremony. Still the location was amazing and the food was remarkable.
After the wedding, my BIL and I thought about heading out to find McSoreley's, but we had a 6:00am flight out of LaGuardia and so we just watched the Rams choke against the Seahawks and then headed to bed. From there I got up at 4:00am, flew out and about 12 hours later I walked in the door to my house.
It is kind of surreal knowing I was in NYC about 28 hours ago. It almost felt like another country and I can't wait to head back. Thanks for all of the info and suggestions in this thread.

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