Sorry for the delay but just let me say BEST. WEDDING. EVER. Sundaygirl throws a hell of a party!

I got into town on Friday afternoon and after the usual round of phone calls to friends, I met up with my friends Jon, Jennifer, Alyssa, Ross and the lovely Sundaygirl at Boobytraps (a.k.a. Rubyfruit) and had a great time catching up with everyone and blah blah blah. the Lesbionic DJ, upon my request, even dedicated "Like A Prayer" to Sunday because let's face it, Madonna loves the gays AND the straights.
We went from bar to bar to bar and we finally bid the bride good night at a reasonable hour. Jon and I went back to Boobytraps for Girl Talk and then we went back to his boyfriend's SWANKY apartment and called it a night. I slept really well.

The next morning I woke up early and took the train out to my girlfriend's place and nursed the beginning of a cold for the better part of the day. I wanted to be in top form for Sundaygirl's wedding, so I rested, ate soup, watched TV and took frequent naps. It's not laziness if it's done prior to someone's wedding. That was my rationale, anyway.

The GF and I got a late start on Wedding Day since I was lousy with fever, but I pulled myself together and we rallied. We arrived a bit early because I’m a Time Nazi and insist on being on time for everything, but we got a chance to check out the beautiful venue for the ceremony and chat with people before the event. I was standing near the doorway when Rubyfoxx came in and politely but authoritatively asked her for identification, just as a joke. She immediately said “Oh, of course” but then quickly realized I was me and if memory serves, called me an asshole because I am an asshole. We chatted and smoked the obligatory Our Friend Is Getting Married Very Soon cigarette outside and then went back in and we all witnessed the best exchange of vows I’ve seen in forever. Funny, to the point, no crying by the bride or groom (that was visible). Boom. Done. I only cried a little bit because I’m a wedding-cryer. Sunday passed by on her way back down the aisle, grabbed my arm and said “love ya!”. Tell me, how cool is THAT? She is the sweetest thing since rock candy.

The reception was held right around the corner from the ceremony. Very swanky, very cool, just like the bride and groom. After roughly 691 goat cheese towers & other stuff I am unable to pronounce or spell, and a great conversation with the m.i.a. Fionakator, who I (finally) had the chance to meet, we had a yummy dinner and then dancing, dancing, dancing. Great music, great food, great people – this is why Sundaygirl is one of my favorite people because this woman knows how to do it right. I talked politics and chain-smoked with the Greeks, danced with Florence the Hygienist, met Sunday’s mom (who is AMAZING, btw), got caught up with Ruby who is more funny and smart than her diary will ever let on. (Give ‘em hell in the UK, lady!) Her man-friend is equally funny and smart & went to school right here in Vermont, so he gets extra points for that.

Mr. and Mrs. Sundaygirl danced their first dance to “One Of These Things First” by Nick Drake. I looked at my gf with all of my classiness and said “Fucking perfect.” She can’t stop saying “fucking perfect” at random moments. I then commented on the fact that Mr. Sunday is seriously good looking. VERY easy on the eyes. And equally friendly and personable as he is attractive, which makes him even more attractive, if that’s even possible. If I was single and he had a gay single sister, Ryan and I would have to have a chat.

(As an aside, one of the women at my table went to college with my friend Andrew, who was watching my apartment while I was out of town. WEIRD, right?)

After the reception was over, the newlyweds took some of us to a bar down the street, where more drinks were had and the quote of the night clearly goes to the bride, at around 11:30 when I reluctantly decided that it was time to call it a night:

Me: Dude, I gotta go.
Sunday: Dude, I gotta HUSBAND!

Classic. Right there. Stamp it.

I have to say that were it not for the fact that The Junk (as we like to call them) were Sundaygirl’s ex-boyfriend’s jackass bloated loser friends and some of those same drunk douche pumps were my so-called friends eons ago, I never would have met this amazing woman we call Sunday. Even though we haven’t seen each other in over 3 years, we’ve kept in touch and truth be told, I was so truly honored to be counted as her friend and included in such a happy, perfect day.

And shit, I even wore a dress. THAT’S how special this day was.

(Plus goddamnit, I got to dance with Florence and Ruby. Holla at ya girl, bitches!)

xoxo,
Swan

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