July 31, 2006

Scenes from 'Four Gays and a Wedding' (aka No Man is an Island)

The bride, matron of honor, and the bridesmaids...oops! Wrong wedding! Hinahanap pa ang groom. (Moi, Tito Mon--wedding coordinator extraordinaire, Erik, Jun)

The real bride and groom--Des and Blaine (center)--with Marianne (far left) and moi. Yummy ni Papa Blaine no?

IT might as well have been called "The Wedding of the Year." And yet it was no high society affair although a number of the guests were Cabinet Secretaries, central bankers, and even a possible presidential candidate (who even came with his own photographer in tow--tacky). It was really a gathering of friends who were at the Ilustrado on July 30, to bear witness to our good friend and long-time journalism colleague Des, getting married to her cyberlove Blaine. (Who woud've thought with Des' background, she'd get married to an American? Haha!) By the way, it was also Des' birthday...so happy h-bomb!

The gang with Des and her mother-in-law, Susan in the fabulous flowy lilac dress (center). Teka... bag ko yan a! (From left: Dinah, Rocel, Mang Ato, moi, Tito Mon, Erik, Donna, Jun, Marianne)

It was a simple and intimate affair that only true friends could really appreciate. No long boring blessing ceremonies (but a very memorable intro by officiant, Bro. Diwa), short (well most of them anyway) funny accounts about the bride and groom, abundant food, great music. For those of us who were there, that wedding will be a good story to tell over and over again. Congratulations and best wishes to the couple!

Take a bow Kler and her cleavage. (And hostess with the mostest!) Na-insecure na kaya si Des? A befuddled Blaine with a 'this-people-are-weird' look. At far right, Iris, wedding coordinator assistant #1. Huy, nasaan si Fil?

More pics to come! Please feel free to leave your comments guys. No violence please.

* For your wedding coordination needs, please call MON LOZANO at cell. no. 0917-854-3356. Photos courtesy JOEY REYES. Flowers by JOEY GARALDE. Thank you to DEO DIPASUPIL of the San Miguel Philharmonic Orchestra for the wonderful string quartet. Cell. no. 0919-355-6625


Anonymous said...

Thanks, bitch, for everything. You truly rock. and no, it isn't likely that Kler would make me mammarily insecure! The key is in the cleavage height--a high one is the sign of true mass, as it were. A low one, on the other hand, is indicative of the lack thereof. teehee.

Stella Arnaldo said...

Haha! You're welcome slut. Anytime. Who is that lady in orange anyway? Gads, when she arrived I thought she was with Tito Jing! Take care.

Anonymous said...

Seems like a good time was had by all. We're waiting for the more pictures to follow you promised. And a promise is a promise unless you've gone into politics that is.

Oh and regarding mass, the best are a pair of critical mass. Those that with just the addition of hands explode. Male fantasies. We never grow out of them!

Stella Arnaldo said...

Nope, have not gone into politics, Mr. Anonymous...just to Guimaras. But I'm still waiting for the photos as well, so I shall give a shout to the bride and see if they can lend us some more.

Be good. If you can't be good, indulge.

Anonymous said...

The only thing I'm good at is indulging.

Guimaras eh. Sweet mangoes with flava beans. Mmmm.

Stella Arnaldo said...

Uhm...splashed with some good ol' bunker oil syrup.