The past three days have been fun but I haven’t been able to get a lick of work done. But whatever, because I got to play with Catherine and Aimee! And I did lots of yoga! And Cinde got married!
But seriously if I don’t get back to writing I’m going to punch something.
Anyway.
The wedding!
Cinde got married at the Ramscale, which was right on the West Side Highway, overlooking the Hudson. It was Pride weekend, and the parade ends every year in a big dance party nearby on the waterfront. So during the ceremony we could hear cheers and noise coming from all the crowds down below and we all pretended it was all of gay New York cheering for Cinde and David. Also there was a massive fireworks display later in the night from a barge out in the water, and it was so close it felt like it was just for us, and I said to Cinde, “I’m going to tell everyone that my friend Cinde is so rich she had fireworks for her wedding.”
Cinde’s a goddamn millionaire, you guys.
She also looked the prettiest I’d ever seen her. Swoon-worthy.
Afterward we went to the Breslin. There were all the kids I used to hang out with when I first moved to New York, back when we all used to go to that shithole of a basement bar Element Zero (I used to call it “Less than Element Zero”), some of whom I hadn’t seen in a while. Some things have changed, some things are just the same. The Florida girls were there too, Cinde’s best friends from growing up, rowdy southern girls, my favorite kind. We were loud and obnoxious. (Apologies all around.) I stayed out till 2 AM. SO LATE.
Today feels like a wash. I feel like I need a wash. Someone needs to come over here and soap up my brain and wring it out until it is squeaky clean and fully operational.
