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Nico bummed a lighter. Remy didn't even smoke, was holding it for a friend. Eight minutes later they were arguing about Aphex Twin.
First "I love you" happened in a stopped Uber on the Williamsburg Bridge while "Ms. Jackson" was on the radio.
Nico did it on a Tuesday during laundry. The ring was wrapped in a sock. Remy said yes before the spin cycle finished.
Same warehouse where they had their second date. Same DJ. Different shoes (hopefully). You're invited.
Loading dock. Look for the disco ball over the doorway.
15 minutes, no readings, one mariachi cue you'll feel in your chest.
Built by the groom's tía. Don't lean on it. Please.
Long tables, no place cards, sit with strangers.
One song you've heard, one you haven't. Then it's yours.
House, disco, italo, a little bit of menace. No requests, sorry.
Carlos is back by popular demand. Hot sauce ranked easy → unwise.
If you're still here, you're family now.
// a partial set list, leaked early ★ pre-game in the cab
// theme: dance like you mean it, colorful, glittered, sweat-friendly. no black-tie. no boring.
Wear it loud
Bring the heat
Or chrome silver
Best of all worlds
Yes. We mean it. You will be on a sweaty dancefloor for nine hours. Plan accordingly. Bonus points for second-shoe game.
Lovely as they are, no. Madame T. is on for the night and we are not doing the open-decks thing. Buy them a drink instead.
Tell us on the RSVP. Our caterer is annoyingly good at every diet. There will absolutely be food for you.
Yes. We're not those people. Bring your phone. Take blurry pictures. Tag #nicoremy26. The first dance is unplugged though, eyes up for that one.
You won't. (Okay, quietly out the side door is fine, no goodbyes, slip Carlos $5 for tacos to-go.)