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Hoo, long jiffy. I should know better than to leave it so long, too, since details slip away as time passes.
Anyway, yes.
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So, the top I intended to wear to the wedding got nail polish on it during the flight. Hoofuckingray. So I ended up wearing BRIGHT RED (with a black skirt with flowers and Chinese slippers). EXTREEEEME. Those who have met Jo know her style is, uhm, unique. She stole a turquoise flowered skirt from Rachel and worse stripey socks and green gardening clogs. No really. It was very Jo. Rachel outclassed us all. It's so weird to think that she ended up the girliest out of all of us.
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The wedding itself was at an old boys theatre club on Gramercy Park and was absolutely fabulous. Very stiff drinks too. Mmm.
The service was amazing. The bridesmaids carried 'bouquets' of willow twigs with paper cranes afixed to the ends). The wedding bit was conducted by a Humanist chaplain with a couple of Catholic touches. (Presumably for the benefit of the groom's family, or just because lighting a unity candle is a nice thing. Oh, and the Book of Matthew has some good shit, yo.) Ruth was wearing this amazing beaded dress and both the bride and groom were giggly throughout. Perfect. And short! Only 15 minutes! That's my kind of wedding.
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I must admit that I was drunk before dinner, but I got over it. I figured at least one person had to be able to get us back to the hotel later.
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The groom's brother's speech was amazing. God, everyone was so funny and nice, it was just a totally beautiful occasion. Except when an uncle tried to flirt with three of us at once and his nephew called him on it. Heh.
My family is bitchy, so I'm eloping, I swear.
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At 11, we were kicked out of The Players and we went to the bar at the Gramercy Park Hotel for a post-wedding shindig. The bride and groom, who had been 'separated' (if y'know what I'm sayin') for three weeks never showed up. Hee. The bar was surprisingly, er, meat markety for an upscale hotel, so we headed back to the hotel. Rachel was still drunk. We all slept well.
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I walked Jo to her bus to Laguardia at 7:30am. Fucking jetlag. I checked in with the people who live in my computer to see if we were still meeting up later. Rachel (when she woke up and had some hangover recovery time) and I, like good tourists, went to the Museum of Natural History (I'd never been) and then out for a fancier-than-intended brunch at the sorta French place. Then she had to go. I probably won't see her until New Year's, unless I find some money and the inclination to go to Dallas.
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I walked around a bit, tried to nap, and then met some of the aforementioned computer dwellers. Mitzi, Amelia, kta, Glinda, and the Divine Ms Astruc had a fabulous time talking Blackout 2003, moving to New York, leaving New York, and geneology, among other things. It was SO great to finally meet them all. I wasn't at all scared. Hee.
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By Monday morning, I hadn't heard from my friend Brian yet. After walking to H&H (SO GOOD) and then through Riverside Park, I decided to check out. As I was leaving my room, Brian phoned. He didn't have a lunch break until 1, so I wandered around midtown for a while, pondering whether I should buy another bit of luggage to aid my journey home, then had ice cream in Bryant Park while I waited for 1 to roll around.
Now, I've known Brian for five years now. We met in Scotland and he's always been sort of quiet and a little shy. Not so much now. He has a wonderful girlfriend and he's just...transformed somehow. So smiley. So chatty. So happy. It's fantastic. It couldn't have happened to a better person. They're on vacation in Iceland right now! And they're shacking up! Phew.
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I went to pick up my luggage, then had my first adventure on the Long Island Railway. Well, not so much an adventure as a very boring, very short trip to JFK. JFK is exceedingly boring and I resent being told to check in 3.5 hours early when I spend 2.5 sitting around trying not to die of boredom. They didn't even make me take off my shoes. I guess it's hard to hide bombs in Birkenstocks.
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The flight back was not as cool. No video-on-demand. More like video-as-we-want-to-show-it. I slept about 1.5 hours. I love my student visa, since it makes passport control easy, even when you're a zombie. I got lost trying to find Euston (again) and once I found it, the schedules said my train was cancelled. Fuckadoodledoo. I finally got into my flat at noon and then slept for 15 of the next 24 hours.
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This was my first vacation in three and a half years. Fuck me, was it ever busy.
Anyway, yes.
---
So, the top I intended to wear to the wedding got nail polish on it during the flight. Hoofuckingray. So I ended up wearing BRIGHT RED (with a black skirt with flowers and Chinese slippers). EXTREEEEME. Those who have met Jo know her style is, uhm, unique. She stole a turquoise flowered skirt from Rachel and worse stripey socks and green gardening clogs. No really. It was very Jo. Rachel outclassed us all. It's so weird to think that she ended up the girliest out of all of us.
---
The wedding itself was at an old boys theatre club on Gramercy Park and was absolutely fabulous. Very stiff drinks too. Mmm.
The service was amazing. The bridesmaids carried 'bouquets' of willow twigs with paper cranes afixed to the ends). The wedding bit was conducted by a Humanist chaplain with a couple of Catholic touches. (Presumably for the benefit of the groom's family, or just because lighting a unity candle is a nice thing. Oh, and the Book of Matthew has some good shit, yo.) Ruth was wearing this amazing beaded dress and both the bride and groom were giggly throughout. Perfect. And short! Only 15 minutes! That's my kind of wedding.
---
I must admit that I was drunk before dinner, but I got over it. I figured at least one person had to be able to get us back to the hotel later.
---
The groom's brother's speech was amazing. God, everyone was so funny and nice, it was just a totally beautiful occasion. Except when an uncle tried to flirt with three of us at once and his nephew called him on it. Heh.
My family is bitchy, so I'm eloping, I swear.
---
At 11, we were kicked out of The Players and we went to the bar at the Gramercy Park Hotel for a post-wedding shindig. The bride and groom, who had been 'separated' (if y'know what I'm sayin') for three weeks never showed up. Hee. The bar was surprisingly, er, meat markety for an upscale hotel, so we headed back to the hotel. Rachel was still drunk. We all slept well.
---
I walked Jo to her bus to Laguardia at 7:30am. Fucking jetlag. I checked in with the people who live in my computer to see if we were still meeting up later. Rachel (when she woke up and had some hangover recovery time) and I, like good tourists, went to the Museum of Natural History (I'd never been) and then out for a fancier-than-intended brunch at the sorta French place. Then she had to go. I probably won't see her until New Year's, unless I find some money and the inclination to go to Dallas.
---
I walked around a bit, tried to nap, and then met some of the aforementioned computer dwellers. Mitzi, Amelia, kta, Glinda, and the Divine Ms Astruc had a fabulous time talking Blackout 2003, moving to New York, leaving New York, and geneology, among other things. It was SO great to finally meet them all. I wasn't at all scared. Hee.
---
By Monday morning, I hadn't heard from my friend Brian yet. After walking to H&H (SO GOOD) and then through Riverside Park, I decided to check out. As I was leaving my room, Brian phoned. He didn't have a lunch break until 1, so I wandered around midtown for a while, pondering whether I should buy another bit of luggage to aid my journey home, then had ice cream in Bryant Park while I waited for 1 to roll around.
Now, I've known Brian for five years now. We met in Scotland and he's always been sort of quiet and a little shy. Not so much now. He has a wonderful girlfriend and he's just...transformed somehow. So smiley. So chatty. So happy. It's fantastic. It couldn't have happened to a better person. They're on vacation in Iceland right now! And they're shacking up! Phew.
---
I went to pick up my luggage, then had my first adventure on the Long Island Railway. Well, not so much an adventure as a very boring, very short trip to JFK. JFK is exceedingly boring and I resent being told to check in 3.5 hours early when I spend 2.5 sitting around trying not to die of boredom. They didn't even make me take off my shoes. I guess it's hard to hide bombs in Birkenstocks.
---
The flight back was not as cool. No video-on-demand. More like video-as-we-want-to-show-it. I slept about 1.5 hours. I love my student visa, since it makes passport control easy, even when you're a zombie. I got lost trying to find Euston (again) and once I found it, the schedules said my train was cancelled. Fuckadoodledoo. I finally got into my flat at noon and then slept for 15 of the next 24 hours.
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This was my first vacation in three and a half years. Fuck me, was it ever busy.