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Hi Mindy – glad I could be of help! The Water’s Edge is beautiful – and you can’t beat those views of Manhattan for the "WOW" factor! Best wishes! Susan & Bruce 10/9/99 – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text -> Thanks everybody! After finding out about the lack of air conditioning > (and confirming it with a caterer I spoke to), I decided not to go with > the Orensanz Center. Our wedding will be in late August, so that would > be ridiculous. We’re going with the Water’s Edge in Long Island City, > which is pricier, but really beautiful with an incredible view of > Manhattan. And, surprisingly enough, one of the only places in the city > that doesn’t charge extra per head for kosher. > Mindy & Barry > August 27, 2000 > Share what you know. Learn what you don’t.
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"Are you sure she’ll be okay?" my wife asked me, obviously not believing anything I’d previously mentioned. "She’s only 15, John, she’s just a baby." The concern my wife had was letting our only daughter, Brittney, go to a rock concert for the first time. Despite the fact that I would be right there with her (Metallica is one of my favorite groups also), Joan still wasn’t comfortable with the idea. "She’ll be fine, Joan, I promise. I’ll never let her out of my sight." "She better be or you’ll have hell to pay when you get home, mister", Joan said, half smiling. She was kidding but then again I’ve felt her wrath before. I dare not let her do anything to incur her fury. "Trust me. Now I’ve got to get going if we’re going to get there on time. I’ve got to swing by Jamie’s and pick her up. I’ll see you later tonight. Love you." I kissed my wife goodbye and headed out to the car. Brittney for whatever reason wanted to get dressed over at Jamie’s for the concert. Jamie was a wild child to say the least. I’ve had some concerns about Brittney hanging around her, but so far nothing has happened. Jamie is a very cute 15 year old going on 30. I swear there have been times when she’s intentionally given me glimpses of her perky little tits and her young ass. She’s old enough just to be dangerous. And to be noticed. I got over to Jamie’s and honked the horn for Brittney. After a couple of minutes, Brittney came running out to the car and I couldn’t believe my eyes. This was my sweet innocent daughter? Brittney is already a very attractive young girl with long blonde hair and beautiful blue eyes. Until just now, I hadn’t realized just how grown up my little girl had become. She was wearing a very short black miniskirt and a black lacy top that didn’t look like much more than a bra. For the first time I caught myself staring at my daughter in a very un-fatherly way. She had developed quite nicely, her firm young breasts filling out her top very nicely. Brittney’s legs were long and tanned and the miniskirt afforded me a view of much of their shape. No wonder she wanted to get ready over here, her mother would have thrown a fit. "Hi Daddy!" she said smiling as she hopped in the car. "Hi babe. Uh, where’s the rest of your clothes?" I asked. "Oh Daddy," Brittney began rolling her eyes. "It’s a concert. Everyone dresses like this." She had a point, sort of. One thing I always liked about concerts was the view. Except this time, it would be my daughter who was the source of all of the leering eyes. "You don’t like it Daddy?" "No, it’s just that, well, well, you’ve grown up so much, baby. I just wasn’t ready to see you like this." "Like what?" "Like, a, well, a very sexy young woman, I guess." "You think I’m sexy, Daddy? Really?" Brittney asked, almost excitedly. "Well, yes, honey, I do. You’ll definitely get a lot of attention tonight." "I don’t care. Tonight I’m with my Daddy," Brittney answered, reaching over and kissing me on the cheek. Her hand rested on my leg for balance. I could feel my cock stirring in my pants. As we drove to the concert, I caught myself stealing glimpses of my young daughter’s thighs and how delicious they looked. I imagined running my tongue up her golden skin to her virgin treasure. God, how lucky some young punk is going to be. I envy the kid who gets her to open her legs up for the first time. I found myself wishing I was that kid. Brittney must’ve known I was staring at her, because one time I looked up and she was looking right at me smiling rather seductively, I might add. We got to the concert and Brittney said she wanted to be down on the arena floor. I said yes, but only if we were towards the back. I did not want her doing any crowd surfing. She rolled her eyes but agreed nonetheless. Fortunately the floor was already packed, so the back was the only option anyway. I could feel the eyes molesting my daughter from all of the guys around. Brittney didn’t seem to notice at all. She was too engrossed with the band. The sweet smell of pot filled the air as Metallica took the stage. The crowd went wild and there was a major push from behind, causing me to fall into Brittney, who was standing directly in front of me. My hands went to her hips for balance as my body pressed against her backside. The crowd was so tight that I couldn’t move at all. Our bodies were meshed together and I could feel my cock growing, nestled against her young ass. Brittney didn’t seem to mind the closeness, in fact I could’ve swear I felt her grind her body into me tighter. Her arms went around mine and my mouth was now practically tasting her neck, I was so close to her. Instinctively I planted a small kiss on her neck, sending shivers down my own body. I let my hands move down lower, feeling her legs underneath the miniskirt. Brittney didn’t object at all but instead let her hands drop behind her, feeling my rock hard cock. All of this was going on oblivious to those around us as the intensity of the music pounded relentlessly as only Metallica can do. We continued basically making out throughout the concert, without ever making eye contact or saying a word to one another. It was a very hot and erotic experience. My hands traveled well inside of my daughter’s miniskirt, toying with the waistband of her panties. I could feel her heat as my hands moved down between her thighs, but I never touched her pussy. I was enjoying the tease just as she was. Her hands had managed to unzip my pants and slip in, running up and down my shaft but never making direct flesh to flesh contact. By the end of the concert, I was ready to jump all over my daughter. We walked hand in hand out to the car, never mentioning anything that happened inside. She just talked about how cool the concert was and how awesome they sounded. I had to park basically out in no man’s land, so it was quite a walk for us. Brittney kept thanking me for taking her and said how cool a Dad I was. Still no mention of what happened inside. Finally, we made it to the car, now alone in the dark vacant lot. I went around to unlock the door for Brittney when she put her hand on mine and stopped me. "You know, Dad, you were a very bad boy in the concert." Oh shit, I’m in trouble I thought. "I know honey I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me. It was wrong and I promise it will never happen again." "Sorry Daddy, but I don’t believe you. Are you telling me that if I do this, you’ll just stand there?" Brittney turned around and pressed her little ass against my crotch again. There was no way I could prevent my cock from growing. "Mmmmm, Daddy, part of you says you like it. Do you like it Daddy? Do you?" "Oh God baby, yes, but it’s wrong. We can’t do this." I stammered trying to sound convincing. "I want to fuck you Daddy. I want you to be my first. Right here right now Daddy. Take me please!" I couldn’t resist. How many of us could turn down a hot young teen begging to fuck you? I wanted her body so badly, to taste her delicious virgin juices. I grabbed my daughter and laid her on the hood of the car, her legs dangling down. I raised up her skirt and ripped her panties off of her. Placing my hands under her golden young ass, I lifted her sweet smelling pussy to my face. "Oh yes Daddy, lick me, Oh God yes Daddy do it!!" My tongue dove into her pussy, licking up and down her soaking wet cunt lips as I explored the inner folds of her virginity. She tasted so fucking great, I could’ve stayed down there for days. Brittney thrust her hips into my face begging for me to eat her more and more. My cock was stretching the fabric of my jeans, desperately in need of release. I slipped one hand down and undid my pants letting them fall to the ground. I slid my daughter down on the hood to where her young virgin pussy was now spread open for my cock to slide right into. I found myself wondering if the car makers knew how perfect the height of the hood of a car was for fucking. Somehow, I doubt it. "Oh God Daddy, Yes Fuck me!! Omigod Yess!!! Oh Daddy I love you so much!!!!" "I love you too baby. Daddy’s going to make you feel really good now. Oh Baby You’re so fucking hot!!!" I slid my engorged cock into Brittney’s hot virgin cunt. She was so wet, it slid right in. Without any effort, all 7 inches were now buried deep inside my little girl. Her cunt was still very tight around my shaft. With each thrust I could feel her practically milking my seed out of me with her muscles. There is nothing like fucking virgin pussy. Especially your own daughter’s. Brittney was moaning loudly now and I knew before long someone would wonder what was going on. I decided to fuck her fast and furious speeding up her orgasm as well as my own. Something told me there will be other times that we will be able to take it nice, slow and easy. But not tonight. Besides, all of the teasing inside the concert already had me to the brink anyway. I pounded Brittney’s young cunt unmercifully, slamming all 7 inches in and out of her tight pussy. "Oh Baby, you’re so fucking tight!! Oh God Brittney!! Oh God Baby Daddy’s going to cum baby!!! "Yes Daddy!! Cum in my pussy Daddy!! I want to feel you cum!! Ohhhh Goddd Daddddeeeeeee!!!!!" With one final thrust my cock exploded deep into her sweet pussy. I could feel my cock spasm again and again, filling her cunt with an incredible amount of my incestuous sperm. Brittney’s own orgasm ripped through her young body with the same intensity of the music heard earlier. We both laid there for what seemed like hours, allowing our bodies to come down from the high. I knew right then that even if this never happened again, tonight would be one of my most treasured memories of my daughter I’ll ever have. She shared with me her most personal gift of all. She loved me enough to give herself to me. A prouder father doesn’t exist.
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I’m looking into having our wedding at the Angel Orensanz Foundation for the Arts in New York City, and I was wondering if there was anyone on the newsgroup who either had or is having their wedding there, or ever attended one there. It’s a really cool space; a 150 year old synagogue, but it’s really raw. I was really loved by the history of the place, but I’m nervous that it will be difficult to pull of an event there smoothly because you rent the space and then use your own caterer, etc. Going somewhere where they take care of everything seems easier, but not as personal (and more expensive since our wedding has to be kosher). Mindy Share what you know. Learn what you don’t.
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Although I’ve never seen the Angel Orensanz foundation in person, but the photos look wonderful.–what a great place to have a wedding. While organzing all the caterers and rentals will be more stressful than a "one stop shop" like we’re using (a private club in midtown), it should be quite do-able. I know that the Pratt and James Burden Mansions are also places where you’re working from scratch, and people have amazing weddings there all the time. . If I were you I’d ask the foundation which vendors they work with the most. These people will know the ins and outs of the place which will make your load much easier. – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – >I’m looking into having our wedding at the Angel Orensanz Foundation >for the Arts in New York City, and I was wondering if there was anyone >on the newsgroup who either had or is having their wedding there, or >ever attended one there. It’s a really cool space; a 150 year old >synagogue, but it’s really raw. I was really loved by the history of >the place, but I’m nervous that it will be difficult to pull of an >event there smoothly because you rent the space and then use your own >caterer, etc. Going somewhere where they take care of everything seems >easier, but not as personal (and more expensive since our wedding has >to be kosher). >Mindy
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> Although I’ve never seen the Angel Orensanz foundation in person, but the > photos look wonderful.–what a great place to have a wedding. While organzing > all the caterers and rentals will be more stressful than a "one stop shop" > like we’re using (a private club in midtown), it should be quite
do-able. Ditto. We were married at a mansion on Long Island, and had to make all the arrangements ourselves. It was *not* difficult. The Orensanz Foundation probably has a list of caterers that you can choose from (and many are probably kosher) who are familiar with the site. That makes it really easy. We worked with a caterer who knew our site well, and he took care of everything. Most caterers also arrange for tables, chairs, linens, and china/silverware in addition to the food, so that cuts down on a lot of the stress for you. Definitely go for it. It’s not too much extra work and you’ll end up getting married in a place that you love. Share what you know. Learn what you don’t.
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I haven’t attended a wedding there, but I did attend a party/concert there last summer. It is a gorgeous space! I was recently talking with some friends thinking it was a very cool space for a wedding. Then we thought about it, and there are some major issues. The biggest one being, they have no air-conditioning. None. It was hot as hell in there. There were some fans, but that was it. The air circulation was non-existent. Also, the sound wasn’t very good, and the performer wasn’t an amateur, so they had very good sound equipment, so that wasn’t a factor. If I recall correctly, the caterers were set up to one side, with tarps hiding the food preparation area. I’m not sure if there was anywhere else they could have set up, but if not, you’d have to consider they would be right in there with your guests. Just remember, it’s not always cheaper to bring in caterers, etc. If you are trying to save money, this place may not be the right one, since on top of the caterers, you’re going to have to rent air conditioning equipment. Or possibly heaters, if your wedding is in the cooler months. Oh, and the bathrooms are kind of gross. All of this could be worked around, but I think you wouldn’t end up saving any money, and might in fact, spend more. Don’t take my opinion as the final word, though! 
Make a few calls and find out for sure! It won’t take much time, and then you’ll know. And if you do decide to go with it , let us know how you worked everything out! Good luck with your planning! Cheers! Susan & Bruce 10/9/99 – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text -> I’m looking into having our wedding at the Angel Orensanz Foundation > for the Arts in New York City, and I was wondering if there was anyone > on the newsgroup who either had or is having their wedding there, or > ever attended one there. It’s a really cool space; a 150 year old > synagogue, but it’s really raw. I was really loved by the history of > the place, but I’m nervous that it will be difficult to pull of an > event there smoothly because you rent the space and then use your own > caterer, etc. Going somewhere where they take care of everything seems > easier, but not as personal (and more expensive since our wedding has > to be kosher). > Mindy > Share what you know. Learn what you don’t.
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Thanks everybody! After finding out about the lack of air conditioning (and confirming it with a caterer I spoke to), I decided not to go with the Orensanz Center. Our wedding will be in late August, so that would be ridiculous. We’re going with the Water’s Edge in Long Island City, which is pricier, but really beautiful with an incredible view of Manhattan. And, surprisingly enough, one of the only places in the city that doesn’t charge extra per head for kosher. Mindy & Barry August 27, 2000 Share what you know. Learn what you don’t.