Ali and Emily Did the Damn Thing, or Corey and Laura Get Wedding Drunk

Despite my ankle-socks-with-dress-shoes fashion fuck-up, Laura and I had a super rad time celebrating the merger of Ali and Emily at an adorable little gallery space in Pioneer Square tonight (hashtag exposed brick).

Also, said gallery space was located less than a city block away from a late-night purveyor of French fries, so we're celebrating that, too, which is why the two of us are sitting face-to-face, criss-cross applesauce in the middle of the bed in our hotel room gabbing away whilst plunging our hands into two mammoth bags of deep fried, crinkle-cut magic (hashtag ranch dip).