All This Intimacy

This weekend was all about love - past, present, and pluperfect.

Friday, we went to the The Rubin Museum of Art which is, in the museum's own words, the first museum in the Western World dedicated to the art of the Himalayas and surrounding regions. I still don't know whether it's Hi-ma-LAY-as or Hi-MA-la-yas. One of the curators told us some sex-changing bodhisattva stories and later on gave us a mini-tour of some pieces as well.

After the museum visit we stopped off at the Dirty Bird for some tasty, organic fried chicken. I'd been wary of the crowds after the opening in May, but it was a relatively quiet night and we enjoyed our meal while watching the streetscape on west 14th.

Another perspective on our summer night of fun.

Saturday, was DK's big day.
I'd been worrying the better part of a week about my clothes, but since I was only able to fit into about 10% of my wardrobe, the decision kind of made itself. Got to checkpoint one and hung around until my date got into her dress. Wow, she looked fantastic, and those gold strappy sandals sealed it. We got down to the Lighthouse in plenty of time for the ceremony and ran into some old friends and new friends and lots and lots of complete strangers. Damn, I didn't know any of these people. The ceremony was mercifully short and went off without a hitch (the flower girls wandered off-course at one point).

Cocktails, followed by dinner, followed by almost no dancing at all. Well, WE tried to dance. And I managed to snag the maid of honor for one dance, but she was pretty stiff throughout (whether or not the abject terror she exhibited was due to the 4 undone buttons on my shirt is a question for the ages).

Some pretty pictures from Saturday.

We somehow managed to get back in one piece, with TWO centerpieces in hand and passed out for several hours. We reconvened the day-long funfest when the best man, HH returned and ended the festivities by taking in Talladega Nights: The Ballad of Ricky Bobby. Will Ferrell is back my friends, he's back. Funny bit of trivia via IMDB,

When they were at an actual racetrack to get audio clips, director Adam McKay apparently didn't need to prompt the audience for one scene. When Sacha Baron Cohen's character Jean Girard was introduced as a driver from France driving the Perrier car, the entire crowd started booing on their own.

America is so awesome!