Hooray!

On Saturday my best friend Alexa married the adorable Mike, and with the minor exception of the freezing cold weather (it was an outdoor candlelit ceremony), it was a gorgeous celebration with a radiant bride and groom, yummy southern food, a killer psychobilly band and just so much fun. The newly minted husband and wife are luxuriating somewhere in Mexico as I write this, and now that I have official permission from the bride's father to lure his daughter away from LA to Memphis, I am preparing to launch a full scale attack. They will need their vacation. If I learned anything from this past election, subtlety doesn't pay.

Speaking of lack of subtlety, Madame Tussaud's Wax Museum in Vegas sadly had to send back the wedding gifts and rescind the invitations for the planned nuptials of wax Brad to waxy Angelina which was to have taken place this weekend. No word yet if wax Jennifer Aniston shed waxy tears of gratitude.

p.s. Wouldn't the bride make a killer corset model?