• "Their mothers walked down the aisle accompanied by French porn actor François Sagat."
• "Finally, [a groom] convinced his hero, Erasure's Andy Bell (an enthusiastic fan of Fab.com, it turned out), to light up the dance floor with a trio of Erasure's greatest hits."
• The same groom: "'When I met my current boyfriend, I was getting married, invitations were getting sent, everything was done, and then I met Georgi and fell in love. I met him and a month later, I called off my wedding.'"
When something is just this damn gay, you have to say: good for you, honey. There's also a 20-image slideshow! Why [...]
I recently attended a wedding, and it was, as weddings are wont to be, an almost transcendentally beautiful occasion. It was held on the grounds of a giant sandstone Federation house (who can honestly call something with guest quarters off-site a house?) sitting on miles of pristine green acreage. Fairy lights in the shape of love-hearts hung from the trees. The air smelled of freshly cut grass. Butlers stood with umbrellas armed for the possibility of rain to escort you the few feet to the bathrooms. The food was unlike any food I’d ever tasted. The country estate on which is was held, several hours outside of Sydney, was [...]
Once you decide to have a wedding, there are many, many things to read: etiquette guides, Dos and Don'ts, planning checklists, vendor guides, “inspiration boards,” disaster stories, angry bridesmaid rants ("bitch made me wear PURPLE SHOES!"), even socio-political screeds about the cultural irrelevance of the whole thing. All of these are nice, and all of them are utterly useless.
If you're the one getting married—which I am, in three months, while also attending eight other weddings in as many months due to a hyper-marital zeitgeist (that, as of July 24th, includes New York gays!! Welcome to the madness!!)—a mysterious stupor befalls you. The tales of "bridal nervous breakdowns” [...]
Sometimes people groan when the DJ at a wedding reception plays Kool and the Gang's "Celebrate!" Sometimes people dance silly on purpose or sing along ironically. There was a wedding in New Jersey on Saturday at which it's probably safe to assume that the reaction was more fully heartfelt. It's a nice story.
Part Two: A Tale Of Two Weddings (Part One: Bummed Out In Brooklyn)
Another Trip to the Montauk Club – "The Gift of Privacy with the Excitement of Participation" – The Velvet Underground Repurposed – The Goddess Community Welcomes You! – The Nature of Love – "Woman, Take It Slow" – A Dog Intrudes!
As she applied a generous amount of Touche Éclat to the dark circles under her eyes, Nicole pondered her inability to enjoy weddings. She hated it all: the indignity of having to purchase penis-shaped cookie cutters for bachelorette parties; finding that out your friends, many of whom had minored in Women's Studies, were changing their [...]