Saturday morning started with a trek to Brooklyn, meeting up with the Beard brothers and starting out on our adventure to Poughkeepsie for the now-infamous Deschamps wedding - also known as the Greatest Wedding of All Time(tm).


Here's 600 Euclid representing, sassed up Winter carnival style. (and I just noticed that I am the shortest of the lot.)


I love how the pre-fill out the "M" for all the time saving purposes. For the record, table 15 was "stragetically placed" as far away from the bar as possible.


What kind of wedding-related web page would this be without a photo of the new Mr. and Mrs. Eric Deschamps???


The whole 600 crew got split up at the reception dinner - here's the kids who got stuck at the b-list table. Left to right, Scott, Mark McGuire and J.Miller.


Me, Robyn and champagne bottle #2.


This photo is rich. Me, Larry and Miller head up to the bar, flashing our $1 wads of cash (being the nyc-high rollers that we are), when we pull the bartender and this other guy into the photo. "The other guy" (left) turns out to be the father of the new Mrs. Deschamps. Check out the bartender in the background - ha!


Larry Levine decked out in items from his summer collection. Me drinking from bottle of champagne #4 (for the record, Paul did it first).


Robyn, doing the same. champagne bottle #6?


This is what followed after the "I dare you to drink from the bottle of champagne" conversation.


Contrary to popular belief, Kevin was not the bride.


Larkin, Doug and Robyn. This is pre-groping.


Larkin, Doug and Robyn. Groping.


Best photo of the lot. Note J.Miller with champagne bottle number #8 (??).


After hours (12:30a?) we retreated to Doug's "playa's suite" on the eighth floor. The flash for this photo went off literally one second before I had to dive out of the way of these two maniacs. Look at all that Canadigan rage!


After hours. Playa's suite. Miller macking on my date.