good call, matron of honor!
pays homage to this:
the first annual chug-n-run, where captain fantastic and i met. it all started with one man's crazy dream to run a four-mile loop around midtown, stopping at various bars along the way for a drink. as you can see, we took it upon ourselves to dress for the occasion (along with our dear, sketchy friend) in sweatbands and aviators (mine are missing in this picture, as unlike gaines, the captain and corey hart, i do not wear my sunglasses at night). it was obviously meant to be.