We awoke this morning in Jersey. Humid and foggy. Tammy says it was "like a dirty towel." Pretty much.
We drove to Manhattan to pick up Tammy's mommy, (i.e. the dread pirate Susan Josephine) and her best friend Ann. They met when they were five years old. They're now both nearly 70. VERY CUTE. We put 'em up in some boutique hotel in Midtown. Ann and SJ, thanks for flying all the way from London, your arms must be tired. Buh-dumb-bum. Sorry.
That building behind the poster is rad. However, that poster is whack. Good luck Fox.
We got on the Expressway to your skull.
Nah. More like the Expressway to Connecticut, land of a zillion blue bloods.
Tammy's friend Jen is getting married tomorrow.
They've been best friends for eleven years.
Tammy and Jen met while attending FIT. They've bar hopped like scoundrels, designed a bunch of stuff, dated piles of dorky dudes, ate ramen together, lived broke, laughed, loved, and schralped together. *[That's Jen noticing Tammy pulling up her diaper after their robust hug in the street. Classic.] See that dude in the stone-colored Dockers and blue blazer? That's Jen's husband-to-be. He's nice.
Hi Jack. Thanks for inviting the riff raff. Without your lovely wedding we'd have no idea this town exists. VERY EXCITING. It's got that secret society vibe. That mega-sssshhhhh-don't tell anyone vibe. Cliched as it sounds to say this, I'm pretty sure we're way "out of the loop" and havin' a lurk deep "off the beaten path" this weekend.
Yachts and sail boats galore. Welcome to the Atlantic Ocean.
Sweet adirondak chairs.
Stonington, Connecticut is kind of amazing. As far as I can tell it has two things going for it: 1) No graffiti. 2) No cops.
Yacht clubs seem pretty mellow.
That is until I arrived at the dress rehearsal dinner and realized all the dudes were following Jack's lead with the whole Dockers and blue blazer look. Some even had bow ties. (Just like Doctor Who and C. Everett Coop!). I felt like a jerk. Worse/better yet, I looked like a jerk. Permanently rumpled.
Fortunate for us both, Tammy looked great.
To think we were home in Los Angeles lurking with Kevin O'Leary, Luis & Nicole, Andy, Joe & Nick, Ali, Baby Kelley, Dirty Preston, Phoebe, and a huge heap of LA's seediests and sweetiests at the Cha Cha just 48 hours ago.
When you think about it, air travel really is a marvel, even after all these years. In the blink of a brog from dive bar to...
...designated seating. Hi Tammy!
I have a fantastic feeling in my bones that says tomorrow's gonna be three things:
1) Wonderfully strange.
2) Supremely regimented.
3) And most definitely rather fun.
Oxford commas all the way.
Jen & Jack, congratulations and thanks for having us.
We'll see you in the morning.