Jesse Rogg's Wedding
Two weekends ago Emily, Heather Peggs, and myself (Molliemogo) headed out to Malibu for Jesse of Modus Vivendi/Sam Sparro camps beautiful wedding on the cliff overlooking the water.
Sam sang, Heather DJ'ed, I drank like, one thousand glasses of champagne and spewed some serious drivel at unsuspecting bystanders that happened to get too close. Just call me the Black Widow of wedding chat. (Muhahahahaha! Always wanted a super-power. "Check out this artist from San Francisco, she's soooooo dark. Blah blah blahhhhh.")
I do recall, (and one of the last things I remember), a bunch of us running down a hundred steps to the dark ocean underneath and playing in the surf. Seriously! I think I brought a red velvet cupcake down there with me. Oh the wonders of the world. Happiness is...cupcakes.
Witness the fun:
Sam sang, Heather DJ'ed, I drank like, one thousand glasses of champagne and spewed some serious drivel at unsuspecting bystanders that happened to get too close. Just call me the Black Widow of wedding chat. (Muhahahahaha! Always wanted a super-power. "Check out this artist from San Francisco, she's soooooo dark. Blah blah blahhhhh.")
I do recall, (and one of the last things I remember), a bunch of us running down a hundred steps to the dark ocean underneath and playing in the surf. Seriously! I think I brought a red velvet cupcake down there with me. Oh the wonders of the world. Happiness is...cupcakes.
Witness the fun:
Labels: hell ya, Sam Sparro
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