I love, love, LOVE living in Los Angeles. Because you just never know what you're going to see as you're driving home from...well, okay, this super-nifty Harry Potter store, which is entirely off-topic and should really be a whole 'nother blog post. But don't let my own brand of merry freakitude imply that I'm being hypocritical. What Amy and I saw on Saturday was so amazing, we circled the block three times in order to see it again and again.
It was a wedding, but not just a wedding. It could only be described as "Gangsterella."
Let me set the scene: Little church on a major street on the Westside. Hispanic wedding party, big extended family, young bride. It was the groomsmen's fedoras we spotted first -- white fedoras with baby-pink hatbands. White suits...zoot, I'm thinking? Bridesmaids: pink layers of satin-edged, zigzaggy dress skirts (think Tinkerbell costume, only pink).
Then, oh my. Here comes the bride.
I can hardly do it justice. You'll just have to imagine a dress sort of like this sketch, only in color. Eschewing the traditional white (or ivory, or antique white, or what-have-you) gown, our dear little bride proudly sported the fitted, laced bodice, puffy sleeves and...outer skirts? what are those things anyway?...of the aforementioned sketch in a daring PINK FLORAL PRINT.
As I said, we circled the block. It was just too good! Amy actually dropped me off the final trip around so I could walk past in order to have a better look. And I'm glad she did, because otherwise I would never have been able to hear the Eminem blasting from the speakers in their waiting stretch Hummer limousine.
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Digital camera? Camera phone? Hello??!!
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