My intoxicatingly fantastic childhood friend Elissa, who is marching down the aisle this Saturday, responded to my previous post with this amazing comment:"To the knee" was merely a guideline for winter wear. I would just hope in a big, Holy, drafty church, one's naked, dirty, sinning legs didn't get cold.
(Man, has she got me pegged or what!)Oh yes she's feisty, oh yes she's creative, and OH YES she decided to tie the knot in the middle of a Vermont winter. In a big big snowstorm. And I'm stuck nearly 1,000 miles away, and yeah I've got a 4 wheel drive car, but I also grew up in Vermont and I know that not even a 16-wheel-drive army tank will navigate through them bad ass conditions.
So what do I do? Weather reports show those nasty little snow cloud icons for the next four day. But what choice do I have, you know? There's a fair chance that I'll be spending the next few nights roadside in a dismal PA Holiday Inn, but I've got to get my naked, dirty, sinning legs into that church, if only to see this one in a classic white dress:
Oh, and also to see our mutual best friend Sophia wear a bridesmaid dress. I just hope it's pastel Elissa, I'm driving a long way so I HOPE TO GOD YOU you made Sophia wear Pastel!!!
(Sophia stopped making any sort of imprint on film around 2002. Shown here is a rare glimpse of her shadow.)