Wild Wedding Weekend
Bubbles’ Wedding, originally uploaded by emilyrems.Pictured above is the marital union of Bubbles and Rachael as supervised by his all grrrl crew of “groomsmen” aka Cara and Me. Do we look supportive? Supervisory? Groomsman-y? LCF came down to DC with me for this one, and we had an action-packed weekend that included riding the Washington Deluxe, eating the best hummus this side of Tel Aviv at the Lebanese Taverna, checking out some NYC photography at the National Gallery with my dad, LCF’s very first visit to a Cracker Barrel, a crazy morning running around snapping pics of baby animals at the Cox Farm Fall Festival, Dim Sum with Min ‘n’ Matt ‘n’ Audrey, hoofing around Georgetown while I pointed out all the places that used to be cool but now are sucky chain retailers, and much horsing around on the super-steep staircase where they filmed that scene in The Excorcist where the priest fell down a million stairs and died. Oh, yeah, and we went to the wedding too. Highlights included drinking wine with almost the whole high school crew (Min, Dan, even my ex-BF Jimmy was there all the way from Seattle), seeing Bubbles be all happy and stuff, and the bizzarre experience of being provided with a pirate hat at a formal event. Low points included dry chicken, a feedback-y mic I was trying to use to MC the event, and a long after-wedding photo sesh that resulted in me missing quality cocktail time. Weird point of the night was definitely turning around and seeing my boyfriend deep in conversation with the guy who plucked the flower of my virginity when I was 17. I’m not sure why, but I was horrified and totally sure they were talking about my vagina, until I got a little closer and realized they were talking about the odd posters tacked up all over the East Village that say DAN SMITH WILL TEACH YOU ROCK AND BLUES GUITAR. Whatevs, they probs changed the subject when they noticed me listening.