Post food, I got ready for the wedding at Jess'. God bless the girl. She doesn't have a full length mirror in the joint. It's decidedly hard to get ready without a full length mirror, while feeling like shit, in someone else's place. I put on nude tights because even though I'm usually all about fun tights, I was attempting to be classy. Nude tights plus knee length red overcoat definitely made me feel kind of stripper-ish. And the tights weren't the comfy sort. They were doing the slide down all night making me feel like a stuffed sausage. I kept trying to slyly pull them up as I was simultaneously getting low. Whoa. A whole paragraph dedicated to nude tights. Are you surprised?!
I had to head back and drop off my stuff at Bird's before heading to the wedding. On the train, I naturally made a new friend; a girl from Australia who is on holiday and is moving to London soon. She was going to participate in a ballroom dance contest that night. She was lovely and we had a lovely conversation and an older woman who was listening was very excited by all of the loveliness and we all wished each other well.
Somehow, I arrived at the venue, Freebrook Academy, 45 minutes early, so I made my way to a bodega where I bought cough drops and pet a cat. Always a great time! So, the wedding!!! Okay, I should probably state at some point that the bride is a dear, dear friend, Michelle, and the groom, an awfully lovely chap, Rustun. Michelle and I met working at Mercury Lounge and became fast friends. Just a few months into our friendship, we dressed up as Axl (her) and Slash (I) for Halloween, completely solidifying the bond. Since then, we have done a lot of other exciting things, like playing Ms. Pacman, petting cats, listening to Sinatra, and eating chocolate chip cookies. Michelle and Rustun are a really classy couple and their wedding totally represented this. Freebrook Academy is a totally charming mansion in Bed-Stuy built in the 1900s. It now serves as the space for a progressive school and also is where Boardwalk Empire shoots. AKA it's pretty amazing. I walked into the grandness and am immediately swept into a different era; vintage beauty swirling all around me, and jazz music filling the air. It was a great scene. To the left, there is a room where you can serve yourself wine and beer,and where a few people mingle. I make some new friends and wonder why I wasn't friends with these people before. As more people arrive and the time slips on, we are all ushered upstairs to a balcony where we would look down on the wedding. How badass is that?! Looking down on a wedding? None of that stuffy sitting pew business. Of course, I was completely terrified I would knock my wine over the ledge the entire time, but still, it was great. The wedding itself was really touching. It seemed that Michelle and Rustun were not sure where their vows were, but they said some very sweet stuff about each other. The speeches later went on the same theme. Literally no one could find (or wrote) a speech, but they were all funny and wonderful in their own rights. Michelle compared Rustun to a cat which I really liked because I really like cats. They like cats pretty much as much as me, which was evident in the fact that they had cats (along with a bride and groom) on their cake, and gave out pins with their cats' faces on them. I wore my pin so proudly let me tell you.
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| Amazing pins featuring amazing cats/amazing couple |
Confessional: I had the very important job of clearing the plates throughout the night. I had every intention to do this and to do this well, but I must admit, there was not one plate that I cleared. Everyone around me was clearing plates. At one point, someone came to take my plate and I said that he is doing my job. He didn't seem to care, and he took the plate from my hands. I feel kind of bad about this. I'm sorry I did not clear a plate....
I was very happy to mingle and dance the night away,to catch up with old friends, and make new ones. I commented on how a couple of the ladies I'm friends with from work looked so different; they all had grown out and dyed their hair. In response, one of them told me, "You look exactly the same." Um, thanks?? I wasn't quite sure how to take that. The catching up with the peeps proved to be quite difficult after around an hour in because it was at this time that I could no longer speak. At all. I tried to convey my thoughts through my body aka by dancing nonstop. I do feel like my dancing would have been better if it wasn't for that nude tight situation I had previously mentioned. Also, this happened: A dead sober, classic jam the finger in the door. A blood blister promptly formed which was (is) totally disgusting, but by which I was admittedly kind of fascinated by. So, yeah, I basically was a hot mess: blood blister, sausage nude tights, can't talk. At one point, Michelle came up to chat with me and I literally could not get a word out. I think she just thought I was speechless and I'm going to let her believe that. But despite this, it was wonderful and I'm so, so happy for them!!! Oh, did I mention that Pies and Thights (AKA to-die-for fried chicken, biscuits, and mac'n'cheese) catered the wedding?! HOLLA!!!
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