The man of questionable honor got married last weekend.
Carrie Bradshaw once said that people go to New York for two reasons: love and labels.
Well, Brandon had a new job title waiting on him there and then he conveniently fell in love. He’s a NYC success story as well as a Tinder one. <—– Here’s hoping it was ok to tell the world that one.
His entourage arrived in the city last Wednesday and didn’t return home until Sunday.
We spent Wednesday and half of Thursday in the city and then made our way to Rye for the wedding festivities.
The English language doesn’t have words that can fully describe this trip, y’all.
I’ve probably forgotten more laughs, hootin’ and hollerin’ than I can remember and than the notes on my phone would hold anyway. I do have a few direct quotes I managed to get down in my phone between drinks, laughs and “WTF was that looks”. I think they will give you a glimpse into what it was like when our southern clan landed in New York.
Sharing every single line from last week in one post would be a sin. These should really be savored. For that reason (and really just because there are so damn many), we’ll do two installments of the South meets New York.
On the way to the airport Wednesday, while Deanna Carter’s Strawberry Wine is playing –
Anytime a waitress took our order, a cab driver let us out, or to anyone who helped us in any way –
I think they thought he was speaking in another language.
While walking through Central Park –
I’m pretty sure that’s where they threw the bird seed in Home Alone.
No wait, maybe it was that bridge. Well, that one looks like it too. No, that one over there. That one is definitely it.
In a cab –
In a restaurant where I can’t pronounce half the stuff on the menu, while placing my order –
Me: I want the hamburger. But none of whatever kind of cheese that is right there.
Also, there were no beers on the menu I’d ever heard of before, so I ordered the cheapest glass of wine that I could pronounce correctly.
Same restaurant –
What is this?? Who the hell is Sir Kensington?? Where’s the Heinz 57?
While Sheena was acting up –
In an Über –
Kino: Are there any strip clubs around here?
Sheena: Kino. Kino. Kino. (said in a very low, but firm voice.)
The Uber driver opted to drop us off earlier than expected. I have no clue why.
Upon arriving in Rye, New York where the wedding festivities were held, while in the cab –
I have no idea what gave us away.
To be continued…