Another week-end, another wedding. This past Friday night Laura and TJ got married out in Westchester and I was there, champagne in hand.
However, this wasn't any old exchanging of rings and breaking of glass. I've known Laura and her bevy of bridesmaids since Reagan was in office. We rode the same bus together in middle school, were cheerleaders in high school and slithered into bars together under the guise of fake IDs when we were in college. If an E! True Hollywood Story was ever made about me (which I can almost guarantee you won't happen) I would keep the producers far away from this crowd. They've known me too long, have too many stories, photos and -- I fear -- possibly video.
Nevertheless, it was a beautiful ceremoney at the Glen Island Harbor Club and the reception was a hit, thanks in part to the motley crew at Table Seven. (That would be my table.) We danced and schmoozed and tossed about light-up ice cubes, because it's not a party until the DJ is giving you plastic party favors.
All the photos that I have thus far are on La Flickr. Here are a few to start you off:
Lina and I
Laura and TJ
Colleen Makes Sure Everyone Dances
We Didn't Need Much Convincing
I'm taking off as of this week-end to house sit out in Westport, Connecticut. If you're one of my nefarious Norwalk cohorts, let me know. I'm planning a BBQ of sorts during the week. All the cool kids will be there.
