The first time I remember meeting Christine was at my Bedford/St. Martin's welcome happy hour. I'd ordered a beer and was sitting at the table unsure of how hard I should be drinking when she sat down across from me with a neat pour of Jamison in front of her. And that's when I decided we were going to be friends. She quickly became one of my favorites at work because I'd go over to her cube (or we'd go for lunch, or hangout in the park) and we'd bitch about our jobs. Relentlessly. We were release valves for each other to blow off steam.
Obviously we'd built a friendship on more than that over the years, because here I am sticking my head out of the "sound booth" (really a little curtained off area with an iPod hooked up to the Housing Works speaker system) at her wedding. It was an absolutely beautiful ceremony and she and Josh fit so well together. It would have been a fantastic night even without the booze, dancing, and drunkenly making out with Christine's friend.
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