Goin' to the Chapel: Segway Edition

last weekend rogray and i headed down to the ATL in the dirrrrty south for a wedding. the great thing about this wedding (besides wedding being generally awesome) is that many of the guests were my high school people so it was like a reunion but without the dejected former star quarterback and the drug addled cheerleader.

who's wedding? why the prom queen's and tom waits! ok, he's not really tom waits but if you heard him sing you would be all "whoah, he sounds a lot like tom waits."



that's them -- the prom queen is asking him if her really thinks it's funny to joke about bailing on the wedding. you can tell that she's giving him the answer with her eyes.

rogray and i were all sorts of delayed thanks so we rolled up to the rehearsal dinner late with our driver Mr. T & spike:



i don't what rogray is doing in that picture but let's just assume he is enthusiastically thanking them for picking us up at the airport.

after we finished dinner all the young folk headed over to the environmentalists' home which is one of the most amazing places i have ever been. here's the house:



gorgeous right? oh, what's with the eggs you ask? they are from the chickens they keep in their backyard!!



now, you may be wondering why there are no people in the house when i was taking my architectural digest photos. that's because nobody was hanging out in the house. that would be for losers! instead everyone was hanging out here:



but, what is that?

oh, that? that's would be tree houses people!! TREE HOUSES!!!!!!!! it's like the ewok village in their backyard but without the furry midgets. in all my life i have never seen anything like it:

a tree house bedroom? check!


a tree house office? check!


some rope bridges connecting all the tree houses above the woody backyard? check!


a doggy tree house? check check!


rogray decided to forgo the socializing and situate himself in the tree house hammock on the tree house patio:


i bet you people haven't ever seen anything like this either.

le bff, Mr. T, rogray and i were very sleepy so we went home to rest up for the big day. it turns out the big day started out with some of my favorite munchkins in the whole wide world: my godsons!!!!!!! i don't even need to caption this -- just look at the cuteness:




look at this hair!





what are they watching?



pretty in pink!! they are so cool!!

rogray and the d-man promptly made up a game as they often do when they are together which involved them popping up form this chair and screaming things like "octopus party jelly pants!" come to think of it everything they thought of sounded like something that would go on a japanese t-shirt with english on it.

after we said goodbye to the munchkins and got gussied up we made our way to the prom queen's parent's house for the main event. let's take a look at the pre-game:



oh god, that's barely the tip of the picture iceberg. . .let's take a look at the lovely prom queen pre-marriage, shall we?



um, bitch is gorgeous!!!! what i want to know is, what's she whispering to the environmentalist?



meanwhile, rogray ate:



because that's how classy he is.

le bff has something very exciting to tell spike:



spike wants to tell Mr. T but Mr. T was too sick to care:



grandpa prom queen was wondering who i was and why i was there:



the wedding began and le bff and her bro thay-bob were in tom waits party and let's take a quick moment to see how much prettier le bff is than the rest of the groom's group:



now, that's pretty.

here's the beautiful couple right after they kissed:



gorgeous -- best picture ever! i have a real talent.

next up -- the party!

No woman, no cry. . .

our last few days were bliss -- us ladies got facials. brogo got to go diving, rogray and i went snorkeling for the first time (it was amazing and now i'm desperate to do it again) and the monkeys got to be naked some more.

beverly was the woman who cooked for us while we were there. she meant business. this is her preparing the snapper for our dinner:





all those white specks? scales from the fish that she swept off after cleaning the thing. she's the real deal.

rogray went on a drive around the property to take pictures of flowers:



if that's not enough postcard pleasure:







in the afternoon we went back to the beach but had to stop for our last pina colada:



while our drinks were being made rogray and his new bff, monkey2 hung out:



when we got back to the beach with drinks monkey1 was frolicking in the ocean, monkey 2 frolicked in the sand, the adult boys talked about something while the ladies just sat -- except for sisgo who became so obsessed with hunting for tiny, perfect shells that she neglected the whole family for her newfound obsession. there she is:



as the sun set on our final night in jamaica



we gathered around the pool before dinner. my father said something important, i'm sure:



my grandmother tried to convince us she wasn't cheating at scrabble (unlikely):



and the monkeys did a photo-shoot:



dinner arrived, a feast for kings and queens:



the champagne was opened:



glasses were raised and laughter was had by all.

the next day we were able to take one last visit to the beach before packing and getting on all of our flights back to all of our homes.

and as we left jamaica:



very relaxed:



and the sun set as we neared home:



the best end to the vacation came to me:



i kicked rogray's ass in scrabble.

i love jamaica!