Suzy and I met when we were, like, 3 years old. Our exploits include things like stealing handfuls of brownie out of the Home Ec room, roasting Sweedish fish on the heater grate in her car, catching scrawny crabs out of a Santa Barbara pier (and attempting to eat them), flying over Provo Canyon in a 2-seat katana (with the directive that if I got too air sick, I was to throw up into my overalls. Yeah, I used to wear overalls), and rooming together in a one-bedroom apartment in midtown Manhattan.
Then, the other day, she got married in a lovely church on the upper East side by the same priest who'd married the groom's mother and father 30 years before. I'll admit--I cried. She was lovely and so was the wedding.
Then we spent the next five hours in the top floor of a Little Italy restaurant, dancing and eating. It was awesome.
Typically, in posting about a person's wedding, you put up a picture of the bride and groom. Instead, here's one of me and the bride. Because it's my blog and I'll make a last ditch effort of holding on to the good ol' days if I want to.
Also, because you can just check out the rest of the pics on facebook.
Cheers to Suzy! Love you!
