I love how all the chicks in my office are so unique, possessing a surfeit of style and representing a different era and mood. Marcy reminds me of a Cannes jetsetter from the 70's, while Emili evokes Auntie Mame from the 40's and 50's. Me, I'm channeling Louise Brooks in my vintage silk dress from the 20's. Was I surprised to see that Ralph Lauren presented a similar dress in his spring 2007 collection, right down to the scalloped hem.
Even the place settings at the reception were grand enough for the Great Gatsby. The fluted butter came in three colors: pink for strawberry, yellow for plain and green for an herb infusion.
The butternut squash soup wore a charming hat made of puff pastry.
The mixed greens were tossed with pistachios and dried figs. Classy. I gave props to the lovely bride, who is quickly turning from an assembler of tuna salad into a top-drawer foodie.
The sun set by the time the plate of halibut and filet mignon was set in front of me. I tried taking a picture with the flash on my new cell phone. But the contraption bathed the food in an unattractive green light that made it resemble a target from a Special Ops video game. I managed to snap this photo of the candy tray, which preceded the chocolate cupcakes frosted with a gooey ganache. Between courses, we buzzed to the old-fashioned photo booth to take black-and-white pictures for the guest book. Because of the long queue, we piled as many people as we could in the booth. I ended up in one series with the bride's two younger male cousins. I'm an honorary Filipina now.
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