My friend, Mikey, got married yesterday. For those of you who have been around the internet long enough, you might remember an epic series of blog entries called “The Atrocities of Friendster” that circulated the world wide webz some years ago. Yeah, that’s his doing. Our dear Mikey has come a long way since his days of internet dickery (doesn’t mean he’s any less of a dick now, though). Congratulations, fattie!

My camera doesn’t do well (it actually does HORRIBLY, ugh) in low light conditions so I was only able to snap a few photos at the reception before giving up:

Mikey and his bride, Maffy. His expression is so funny, like a pleading puppy.

Liz, Lauren, Anne, and Noelle. Noelle hosted (along with Bim), the three other ladies battled (loljk) for the bouquet.

Anyway, the event called for formal attire; the men were asked to don barongs and us ladies long gowns. Long. Gowns. The horror. Happily, Mikey allowed knee-length dresses which still sucked for me (as most my dresses fall a few inches above the knees because I look horrid in anything longer than) but whatever. It’s his wedding.

Always the procrastinator, I scoured the nearest mall for my dress a few hours before the wedding. As expected, I missed the church ceremony and ended up meeting my friends at the reception. What I wore!:

I actually wrapped a twisty around each strap as they were too thick and cut in a way that made me look really top heavy. I’m planning on bringing the dress to the neighborhood seamstress and having the straps altered to look like that permanently or I could just buy some black ribbon and do it myself. And Christ, I had no idea it was so freaking hard to find a knee-length dress. These things should be easy, like finding outer banks vacation rentals! Hrhrhrhr.

I also got two new pairs of shoes!

I’m going back for a pair of peep toe studded ankle boots on Sunday.