Wedding was good. Very stylish. Probably the best looking bridesmaid dresses anyone's had to wear. The bride herself, of course, was clothed to cover up all her friggin' tattoos, so's not to frighten her own family. Awesome dress, though. Trust a chick with a fashion degree to actually wear something that isn't hideous and/or ostentatious. The groom was terribly dapper in black on black suit & tie. Food was decent, drink was plentiful (yay, open bar!) and everyone got hammered before dinner, just like they were supposed to. Thea and I even got our dance on without me looking too stupid (with thanks to Wendy and Williams for the lessons, way back in the day).

The post-reception party was also good. Pizza, more alcohol, a little piano action (not by me, despite the urging of soem drunk girl), and everyone getting to kick back in their civilian threads. KilGyore thinks the groom's sister was hitting on me when she offered to do a tequila shot with me. I was skeptical, but not necessarily in disagreement. Regardless, she was cunt-blocked(?) by another chick who'd started chatting with me and eventually ended up taking the majority of my time at the party. Always good to talk with folks who understand the need for exploration, especially when they give you a phone number without you asking for it. (Thank you, thankyouverymuch...)

As we speak, the happy couple are on their way to honeymoon in the fuckin' Bahamas. Goddamn.