Poshdeluxe

has this song been ruined by the radio yet?

so, there’s this thing happening where people are getting married. and by people i mean my friends.

it’s sort of like a disease, but a good kind. like, no one has fingers
rotting off or super gross blisters or cray behavior. ok well maybe a
little cray behavior. but in general, people seem to get calmer and
more adult-like and they start buying houses and sometimes they even move far away from me, which I DON’T LIKE. not at all.

anyway, two weeks ago i attended the wedding of some rice friends,
winston & eden. the number of times that people, during the
ceremony and reception, said, “winston/eden has the biggest heart of
anyone i know,” reached a number whose name must end in some sort of
googley-sound (like zoolander pronouncing “eulogy”). but all of those
people were right– winston and eden truly have hearts of gold. like,
the merging of the two equals the net worth of a small african country
(is that wrong to say now?).

here is the beautiful (diseased) couple:

the wedding was far, far away in suburbia land, so we got to ride two
big buses from downtown. the shuttles were packed with rice people (who
clean up really nicely, by the way), so it felt like we were all going
to rondelet (rice formal). except with less sunburns and water balloon bruises.

we sat in the back of the bus, cos we’re cool. ben and matt sat behind
us, making them at least twice as cool. plus they brought flasks of
whiskey. TRIPLE COOL!

it’s nice to know that some things never change.

the whole shebang happened at the northgate country club (located
somewhere west of the mississippi) which features a nifty mirrored
ceiling in the entryway. a mirrored ceiling that begs for wannabe
artsy photos:

sorry, kc, i didn’t mean to split you in two like that.

at the wedding, there was a CRAPLOAD of rice people. i mean, just look:

is this picture ready for the owlmanac or what? (heh, nerdy rice alum joke!)

sofia, thank you for looking directly at my camera. apparently even *i* couldn’t manage that.

after the beautiful ceremony, we got to sit down and eat lots of crazy
delicious food!!! this is probably my favorite side effect of the
disease (until people start having babies, ANYWAY…). and, of course, our table was the best and coolest table.

i posted that photo cos i think kc looks gorgeous. and also to make up for later photos in this post. ahem.

the power suite totally represented on the dance floor (with generous
help from kc and henri). it felt like a college night dance party,
except without the beer-stained ambiance of the acabowl.

it was great to see steve and ben or, as i call them in this picture,
“the good ole boys.” (can you use that phrase without invoking racist
understones? cos there’s no racism. although they’re both v. v. white).

i swear i didn’t photoshop a cigar out of ben’s hands.

after the marvy soiree, henri, kc, sofia and i headed over to la carafe
to meet up with meredith and matt. this provided me with yet another
chance to overuse my camera and play with all of its high-tech
functions.

that’s meredith in star jones mode. oh how i heart her!

i put these two pictures together in order to give you the feel of our actual conversation:

kc: “I’M SO SERIOUS!”
meredith: “uh, i’m so sure.”

we left the bar and attempted to gain entry onto the roof of the
magnolia, which features a fabbity fab jacuzzi. unfortunately, the door
was locked. so we hung out in the exercise room instead. yeah, i know,
it makes perfect sense.

kc was apparently hypnotized by the whirr of the treadmill. kc zombie pants!

matt and henri took olivia newton john to the next level while on the elliptical machines.

oh sweet cracker sandwich.

this photo looks like something in a frickin’ diesel ad.

obviously, pants world has some OTHER sort of disease going on.

but i’m ok with that.