Equilibrium

There are a few things I'm known for. Among the notables are witty asides delivered knowingly at the wrong time, punchbowls full of beverages so lethally boozy they could crack the stony visages on Mount Rushmore, run-on paragraphs whose topical rope ties itself into a nautical knot, and crying like an angry infant whose wee ass has just been slapped for the first time.

I'll let you guess which of those notables I fulfilled over the past few weeks of relative blogging silence. (Hint: ALL OF THEM.)

First there was Fauxchella the Fifth, then there was a little thing I like to call packing up ones' entire life and moving it four blocks due north, followed by the Gramicci shoot in Joshua Tree, a 10-day stint in NYC, and most recently, the nuptials of two of my favorite people: Josh McBride and Jes Howen. 

Oh, and then I got Instagram, which I swore I'd never do, sure, but I also never thought I'd get pelted in a cloud of glitter whilst wearing a headdress--the core of which isn't so unbelievable, but the fact that Ke$ha wasn't the one holding the pouch of fairy dust is, frankly, shocking. So what I'm saying is, there's a first time for everything. Other things, like the lethal punch or crying at any number of emotional triggers, aren't firsts or even tenths, but are a necessary part of what makes me your lovable (if obtusely caustic and slightly paranoid) pal LD. 

Speaking of (relative) firsts, I didn't have my camera on hand for any of the non-work-related stuff. Which means you're going to have to wait to see what the mythical love child of Steinbeck, Stevie Nicks, and The Seventies looks like when our three (!) photographers of the weekend reveal the fruits of their labor. 

Here's what I have to offer: A photo of myself and my three fellow lady Sirens (there were two gentlemen as well) on the wedding day in our full regalia. But the real purpose of this post is to share a mix I made in honor of the bride and groom (trust me, a weepily nostalgic tribute post will likely arrive on the heels of the wedding photos). We spent three days on the Delta in Northern California sunning and swimming, followed by the Wedding To End All Weddings, which took place at the base of a sprawling oak tree. In a golden field. On a vineyard. At! Sunset! (Ragged, teary breath drawn by yours truly.) I wanted to capture the spirit of the event, as well as point musically to specific memories I've attached to moments throughout the week. 

Sitting beneath the vines at 2am under a starry sky. Listening to music penned by friends old and new. The way the water at the Delta stretched over the horizon. Dancing in a sweaty, euphoric mass beneath a constellation of sparklers. Watching one of my oldest and dearest friends lay his fears down at the feet of his love and embark on a new life marked by bravery. 

You may not have been there, but I hope to have captured some of the lightning in this bottle. 

Get the mix HERE.