Jess’s reception was at The Pennsylvanian, which used to be a railroad station.

(Probably the first and last time I will ride in a stretch hummer.)

In the rotunda was a raw bar, an antipasto table, and a glorious waitstaff that brought amazing foodstuffs TO YOU. Like LAMB LOLLIPOPS. (I very proudly used my Food Network/Top Chef knowledge to prove to the catering people that I knew they were called lollipops, and they were kind enough to indulge me.)

Post-Master-Cleanse. I just about died.

This was my first time having caviar. And oysters. A group of us decided to try it togther for the first time.

I wish I didn’t like it. BUT I DID.

Flower, way close up.

Annie, Damon and Me, with my 14th plate of raw stuff.

Bride and Groom

Giggles and Damon

This one’s for the mantle. If we had a mantle.

Annie looks gorgeous; I look somewhat stoned. And yet, we both look naked.

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