Thursday, September 23, 2010

Cupid: Match

In their words:
Here's the very short story of us.

We met for a margarita at Esperanto on Avenue C after work one hot day in July.
February came, we road-tripped to Quebec City for Winter Carnival. Jesse thought I was a good ski buddy.
We decided to go steady.

I learned to ride a bike again.

We spent a lot of time in Brooklyn, on barstools and on bike seats.
We ate loads of oysters and burgers and stuff from the international aisle of Trader Joe's.

One sunny Saturday, we got on the LIRR to Montauk.
Biked some crazy hills to the lighthouse.
Jesse had a ring in his pocket.

He was nervous. He might have been sweating.
I might have said no.
But I meant yes. I was nervous too.

We ate with the locals, crashed a party, danced to some cover bands at the Memory Motel.
We biked home tipsy.
I was wearing a dress.

Dress: Mom's dress, Priscilla of Boston 1972
Shoes: Stuart Weitzman dyed pistachio green
Guys suits: Their own navys, ties from Freemans Sporting Club
Grooms suit: Michael Andrews Bespoke
Groom's tie: Jack Spade
Grooms Shoes: Shofolk at Odin
My sister's dress: Custom made at Selene
Jesse's sister's dress: Fumblin Foe
Invites/placehards: Mr. Boddington's Studio
Table Letters: Paul Thurby Alphabet Soup
Planner or coordinator: Wedding planner Fran Bourne, day of coordinator Jesse Mae Stacy
Band: Freestyle
Officiant: Rabbi Elias Lieberman
Dance Song: "That's Not my Name" by the Ting Tings
Dance Teacher: Tomas Bell
Cigar stuff:
Makeup: Kristen at

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