will, our witness—pictured here something like 14 years ago, but equally attractive now—is my oldest friend, by which i mean we met at the beginning of our freshman year of college. i have seen him sing “father figure,” a cappella, while wearing a pope hat; he knew me when i wore green pajama pants and rubber boots, regularly, to class. we lived in the same dorm and he used to knock on the door of my room, junior year, while i was in bed on a beautiful sunny day, and yell “kara, i can see you!” there was a long crack in that door. i would turn over and pretend not to hear him.
we were both vassar tour guides, and spent two summers together bored out of our minds in poughkeepsie. highlights included chain-smoking marlboro lights; buying the cyndi lauper “best of” album the day it launched at the galleria mall; and getting drunk and tucking him into bed so he could call j. crew and wantonly order from the catalog. one time i told him he should drive us to nearby new paltz, where there were “lots of men’s clothing stores,” even though there were no men’s clothing stores and i just wanted to go shopping. he’s still a little mad.
we worked together, briefly, just-out-of-college in LA. he’d get to the office, i’d be already there and a bitch, then he’d go get me a starbucks grande cappuccino and we would move on. i complained that i couldn’t meet people in that city, so he agreed to go to some bar i read in the local magazine was the hippest new bar. we were standing outside as guys paraded by, saying “i love your outfit” (low-cut paul and joe sleeveless, ruched pink top) and “i love your shoes” (black patent leather and white fake pony fur anna sui kitten heels). that’s when i realized we were at a gay bar.
will still lives in LA, where he is a movie publicist, and friends with celebrities that he is too discreet to discuss with me. i moved back to new york to work in magazines. marc and i weren’t going to have anyone we knew as a witness, but will was at our apartment a few weeks ago, and offered, and who could say no to having those cheekbones in their wedding photos?
plus, he just sent me an email that said “i am really excited about this and i am so glad that i sweet talked my way into your nuptials. i think marc is such a find and i am so happy for you.” he was a champion of marc’s pillowy lips from the beginning, even if the three us were once hanging out and will said if i didn’t stop giggling he would punch me. point being: we are pretty excited to have him there, too.