The Cream is happening right here in my neck of the woods, right where there are no woods, or, New York City. So that idiom doesn’t apply. But WHATEVER you are coming to this event, right?
Here’s their site to perrrruuuuuse. As if this requires convincing. Oh and surprise = I’mma have a table. So I wanna meet ya FACES, and you, mine. Warning: I’m just as effusive and weird as you think I am. However, I’m shy at the outset. So I seriously welcome butt slaps to ease me into a conversation. Please though, just not too hard, the butt slaps. Here- think “congratulations, female teammate!” butt slap intensity, and NOT “what was our safe word again!?!?!” level butt slap intensity. If I scream and then karate chop you in the shoulder, you’ll know you’ve gone too far.
Aright, so buy your tickets here, to meet the cream of the crop in weddings… but HURRY UP, I’m not trying to push you I’m literally telling you that they’re almost sold out. And FYI: if you miss this event, you will live to regret it. I won’t hunt you down or anything, you’ll just one day realize that you didn’t get to party with everyone you respect in weddings (not including me, I curse and wear Bar Mitzvah t-shirts to work every day; I am not to be respected).
Come party with us! It’s too cheap to miss!
Did I mention The Knotty Bride will have a table? Oh, I did? Oh right. Anyway at least come say hello to me. And be sure to let me know if you’re going, so I can look out for you. yayYUH!