My best friend’s wedding
October 2, 2002this time, it’s all different.
there will be no bouquet to dodge, there will be no taffeta or satin puddles around my ankles, there will be nary a bobbie pin nor curl in my hair. tonia’s getting married, and i am wearing a black cocktail dress with strappy shoes and dark red toenail polish.
and this is why i love her so.
the wedding is friday afternoon. tomorrow is the rehearsal dinner. tonight i should be getting beauty rest but, well, i’m here.
and i am wondering what i am going to say when they hand me the microphone at the reception and i am remembering all the really good and really bad times we’ve shared in the past four years and i just know i am going to cry, because some things, unfortunately, don’t change.
I'm Christine, and this is a slice of my life—a sweet, rich, wildly indulgent slice that would taste really good with a scoop of Breyers vanilla bean ice cream. Read more >>
I run a darling, friendly, little graphic design studio.
I look on the bright side.
I take photos. Lots of photos.
I wish on stars and on websites.
I built my first web site 7 years ago and got 15 seconds of fame. (It changed my life.)
I launched, then relaunched, an online magazine.
I admitted to several embarrassing crushes.
I consumed more bacon than any human should and lived to tell the tales.
