casual ultimate » going to the chapel

while miss casual was holding it down/dashing ms. ultimate’s dreams of ever being a league champion in chicago, the other half of C.U. was getting casual formal for Ben & Bacers’ wedding in la jolla. for those of you who don’t know, la jolla is in SoCal, just north of the whale’s vagina. it’s a lovely town, filled with seals and tide pools. ms. ultimate fulfilled a childhood dream by visiting the san diego zoo on saturday, home of this panda. this panda is on the blog mostly because stacey loves pandas, and this post is about her wedding (i still don’t have a guarantee i’ll make the final album).

after the requisite brunch and pedicure, the other 75% of the quad got decked out and headed to the beachside hotel to watch little bacers get married and change her name, all so that her email address could be slutkoski@gmail.com. ok, actually she put a B in there for her middle initial, but her nickname’s slutkoski from now on regardless. i know C.U. isn’t the place where you come to read sentimental sap, that’s mike’s world, but people i can’t help it she’s my bestie. the ceremony was lovely, simple and very stacey&ben for those eight readers who know her. it was outside, in a park overlooking the ocean. aside from the sunset, the best part of the location was that it meant the snakes on a plane banner flew by more than once - i hope it made it into the background of one of the photos. the bride and groom looked so happy i couldn’t stand it. i was crying so hard the whole time my eyes hurt the next day. the only complication came at the end, when it turned out the actually wedding papers were nowhere to be found. best man Ned had to go find them in the groom’s room, supposedly under a dirty pair of underwear. we won’t ask questions. anyway, they got it signed in the middle of the cocktail reception, although the judge was so tipsy i’m not sure it’s a binding legal document. lainers? russell? professional opinions? ms. ultimate was pacing herself, but apparently judge and his bosty botox second wife knew they weren’t staying for the reception and took advantage of the open bar while they could (thanks, by the way, mr. and mrs. gerson).

of course it wouldn’t be stacey’s wedding without a little sass, so here’s the blushing bride at the bar across the street, waving her finger at somebody. probably adam, because he was wearing a suit and tie instead of the pirate shirt he’d ordered from international male just for the occasion. the bride and groom left pretty soon to make it official, and the evening trailed off from there. we hear there was some fighting and bloodshed among the groom’s friends later in the evening…maybe they can fill us in on the details.

it’s all pretty casual from there. hilary got the same american apparel bathing suit that ms. ultimate has, even though she knew i’d be wearing it because i brought it to vegas. we lounged by the pool, took walks along the ocean, pestered sea anemones, etc. we ate mexican food for lunch and dinner - anyone know where a girl can get a good lobster enchilada in chitown? it was a fun weekend. congrats to stacey and ben! i hope simon didn’t miss you too much and bite you in the eye when you got home, like that crazy cat at the hotel.