The idea of a contract that says that you must be married to someone for a finite period of time - and that you'll be financially compensated for each year that you uphold the contract - it just makes me sad. And angry. Not to be simplistic...but that's just not the point.
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A Couple of Shots from the Wedding Day
Parisa's wedding couldn't have possibly been more stunning.
En Route to the Rehearsal Dinner
Let me just say: this entire weekend was one enormous sartorial disaster for me, starting with the fact that I decided to show up at Parisa's parents' house Friday evening looking like Britney Spears circa now.
Hello From Somewhere Over the USA!
My pet Ewok and I are on a very, very cold flight. But I bought a wireless subscription, so all is right with the world!
More Shots From Last Night
Well, this is an odd - and yet sorta oddly cool - shot from last night's event (thanks for sending it my way, Alejandra!). It could also probably go in the dictionary under "How Not To Pose On the Red Carpet."
I like this one better. It was taken by very, very talented photographer Gene Michael Bradley (who is also a friend of mine, and who I was surprised to see behind the camera last night):
