They say you are the company you keep.

Then according to Saturday’s wedding we are a Portuguese bride and a Persian groom. A French Bestman and a French Maid of Honor. And a wedding party consisting of people from all over the world who show up to the church slightly hungover and/or drunk and still have the energy to party

Only in New York would you have wedding guests who could pass for delegates of the United Nations. And only in New York would you have a ceremony at St. Patrick’s Cathedral, a brunch at a Bouley restaurant, and an after party at a club in the meat packing district.

I think it’s pretty amazing that the bride and groom’s friends are all friends with eachother. We’re all so different yet all get along really well. I guess it is an important question to ask yourself when you are figuring out if you want to be with someone for the rest of your life–you should also figure out if you want to hangout with his or her friends for that long too.

The bride walked down the aisle and of course I cried. But then I stopped crying when I started smelling the potent fumes of whiskey. It was the guest next to me. He reeked of alcohol. I kept praying to God (I was in the perfect place after all) that the guest would stop exhaling so that I wouldn’t pass out.

The bride wore a little bolero over a white dress with layers of spanish lace. Actually, the bride is a fierce Portuguese nationalist so maybe spanish lace isn’t the best way to describe it. How about Iberian lace?

After the ceremony we trekked to Tribeca for the wedding brunch. The weather gods were benevolent and the sun was shining downtown. The restaurant was closed to the public and it was the perfect sized place for our group of people. As soon as I arrived, I lunged for the champagne and crowns of tuna tartare.

We were finding out our seating arrangements when the bride informed me and Meredith that our table was the “party table”. When we sat down we quickly realized that the “party table” was a euphemism for the “singles table”. We shot envious glances at the wedding party table but then felt better when we noticed that our friend Amy was at a table with the Priest.

The food, from what I recall, was amazing. The wedding toasts were both funny and sentimental. Sam the bestman had the whole restaurant laughing with his little speech and even managed to advertise his bachelor status.

Sometimes I like to play this game called, “Who’s the drunkest person in the room?” and as soon as I announced it I noticed Sabbie flailing her arms at the other side of the room. Game over.

One of the girls at our table was a makeup artist and we started talking about US weekly magazine poses and how you’re supposed to pose with one hand on your hip and shoot a sideways glance at the camera. But then she started making all these different poses and telling me how you’re supposed to do them. Have you ever been in a situation when you think you’re just making a joke but the other person actually thinks you’re having a serious conversation?

After spending 5 hours at the restaurant, we needed to kill some time before the after party at the club. So we went to our friend’s salon in soho and drank more wine and started playing catch… with a lemon. You start getting creative after gallons of champagne in your system. Then our friend Dev played his saxophone and everyone was yelling “Tell John Coltrane to stop playing!” but I was his only groupie and insisted that he continue.

The night ended at a club and I only stayed for half an hour. So no fun stories there. Besides, I must save myself for part two which is in Mexico this weekend.