On July 17th, my friend Cory Murchy married his longtime sweetheart Annie Salditt in a fantastic garden ceremony at their home in Seattle, Washington.
The desire to blast a few photos from that special day has considerably plagued my mind for the past six weeks. Unfortunately, I've been working like a maniac bastard all summer and haven't had much opportunity for proper routine reporting on ye olde truth beast brrrog. Which is all rather ballz becuase it's been a doozy of a weird one these past few months.
Suffice it to say, despite a 4-hour delay at Chicago's O'Hare Airport that morning which caused me to miss the wedding vows...
Despite Tammy departing Los Angeles at 6AM to tough it out all alone at a Seattle ceremony where she knew hardly a soul (Asakawa, Eric & Erin, thanks for your help with that, btw)...
Despite the residual dust and grime of dorky Pitchfork Festival still crevassing my eyes, fingernails, and scalp...
Despite hundreds of foul air-travelers sporting flippy-floppys on the flight, (caressing bunyons while careening through the air at 500-mph, jockeying between reruns of Seinfeld and CNN's Anderson Cooper 360, insipidly sipping semi-chilled mini-bottles of the whitest white wine...thighs uncomfortably chaffing against stonewashed denim shants...cankles wagging, flippy-floppys flopping, dreadful bubbly toes writhing in absentminded ecstacy)...
Despite my showing up without a proper suit and tie... despite sneakers still covered in a fine powder of dust from Chicago's Union Park...
Despite receiving a gigantic Dodge Durango rental behemoth (when I'd requested "an econonmy sized car...")... Despite not undestanding how to turn it on (really, keyless ignition—why?)... despite not being able to get the wiper blades working in a downpour...
*[Side note: As I'm typing this it is 5:12AM post-FYF Fest; I'm wicked tired and gushing blood from a weirdly deep wound to my left index finger. This is what you get when you cut down zip-ties in the dark with the world's sharpest pair of fabric scissors].
Here's what I'm trying to say:
Despite arriving to the wedding in such disheveled and awkward condition, I wouldn't have missed it for all the world. Cliche as that phrase may be, (and it is indeed perhaps the cliche-est cliche), I sincerely mean it.
Cory and I have known each other twelve years now. 1999? Maybe longer? I don't really know. Sometimes life gets big and we've got too much going on in too many directions. Three months may go by in the bat of an eyelash. Sometimes it gets very, very small, confusing, and sad as all hell. The joy found in our frienship comes from simply being there for one another as the thought springs to mind, "I ought to call him". And when we do, our talks are always fun, insightful, and grounding. Light-hearted and hilarious but equally dead honest and deeply serious. Full-spectrum shooting the breeze.
Cory, I sincerely wish you and Annie all the laughter, love, and discovery this life has to offer.
Love & Strength,
AJC
"Ultimately the bond of all companionship, whether in marriage or in friendship, is conversation".
—Oscar Wilde
Agreed.
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