Glass table

I crashed a wedding today. Everyone was quite welcoming and of course it was beautiful, but it was a pretty small intimate event which made it feel a bit strange to be there. It would take quite a feat of generosity to allow a complete and total stranger to come share such a special moment with you, don't you think?

The place the reception was at had this entire outdoor living room section, which I get a kick out of. All these white couches and chairs with mirror end tables and coffee tables strewn across the lawn...it was fantastically absurd. It feels a little like that childish idea of sitting on the ceiling and perhaps riding the ceiling fan as a merry-go-round.

I hope to one day have an outdoor living room...