#BridesmaidDiaries

Thanksgiving

This time last year I was sitting at a bookstore in Los Angeles, looking at an Annie Leibovitz book. (Which, admittedly, was incredible.) I was huddled in Barnes and Noble because the house in which I was staying was meat locker-cold, and all my Los Angeles friends were off living their Los Angeles lives without me. So I went to Barnes and Noble to try and pretend like I was having a good time all alone the night before Thanksgiving.

Tonight I walked through my beautiful, glamorous, shiny town that feels like my own personal promised land, cheeks chilled by the cold breeze blowing down 10th Street, fat yellow leaves making a saffron carpet underneath my sparkling sequined sneakers, shaking my shoulders and mouthing the words to the happy Simon and Garfunkle in my ears. I hugged my wide cream scarf tighter around my shoulders, and smiled at a doorman inside his glowy post. This beautiful town will be home for my first ever East Coast/ New York Thanksgiving, and oh how I have so much to be thankful for.

Flower and Sun

Romantic relationships in modern society are usually so physically driven that sex becomes the center and friendship becomes the fringe, but that is an inversion and perversion of the true purpose and structure of an affair, which is to chase and cherish a lover's soul. The old Christian restriction upon sexuality in a relationship was meant to allow friendship to be the flower and sex to be sunlight. The prurient modern bachelor only knows sunlight, truly he only wants sunlight, and he shall see oceans of it in the desert where he lives.

Gabe Finochio

Psalm 3:6-9

My soul is in deep anguish.
How long, Lord, how long?

Turn, Lord, and deliver me;
save me because of your unfailing love.
Among the dead no one proclaims your name.
Who praises you from the grave?

I am worn out from my groaning.

All night long I flood my bed with weeping
and drench my couch with tears.
My eyes grow weak with sorrow;
they fail because of all my foes.

Away from me, all you who do evil,
for the Lord has heard my weeping.
The Lord has heard my cry for mercy;
the Lord accepts my prayer.

Birthday Girl

Yesterday was wonderful. I woke up and put on my birthday dress and birthday shoes, and walked to work where I was serenaded, hugged, Skyped, called, texted, surprised, Facebooked, gifted, surrounded by gorgeous flowers, and just generally made to feel incredibly loved and special. Then I got to spend the evening with my favorite New Yorkers.

Thank you for being so sweet. I can't tell you how much it meant to me.

Office birthday loot.

Philadelphia Story

On Saturday, Allison and I decided to expand our East Coast horizons and take a day trip to the birthplace of our great nation. We awoke and got on a bus at an hour too unholy to repeat, and spent the day touring Philly learning about America's history, eating ice cream, and trying on dresses. Oh, and standing in Rocky's footsteps. Natch.

T'was a good day.

(Some of the below were stolen borrowed from Allison. Thanks, AD!)

Philly foliage

Just a coupla' girls, out on the town, visiting the first senate room.

Gee Dub

This was right around the time I was developing a sizeable crush on George Washington.

City Hall

The Lady and the Liberty

Occupy Philly (insert pithy/Philly/hippie joke here)

This seemed rude. (smoked [non-chubby] fish)

"Adriennnnnnnnne!"

Allison is the king of the world.

The greatest.