i first met emmanuelle nearly five years ago at her wedding to matt welch. i think that was the first time, my memory is horrible.
matt and emmanuelle got married in the home of milky white cows called joncey, france.
me and chris were together back then and we took an airplane from frisco to amerstam, spent the night there, then took a train to paris and spent the night there, then took a train to a town and got picked up by dougie gyro, i think, and he took us to the joncy.
first beers were drank, then we all went to the the town courthouse. they knew emmanuelle’s dad since he was the mayor, after all. then we all marched through the streets to the church, then we all marched through the streets to another place with drinks.
then we went to the mayor’s house to party.
the story, as i remember it, is that emmanuelle’s family were the leaders of this central france small town for years and years. then in the late 30s or early 40s they were voted out. then hitler marched through france and came to joncey and said, “where are your leaders?” and they pointed to the people who were the leaders and hitler took them to a barn and hung them.
once WWII was over the french voted emmanuelle’s family back into office and not only has joncey never been happier, but some might say the world has never been better. coindidence?
one of the coolest memories that i will ever have in joncey was listening to matt and ken and os sing up on a hill in the dark in the wee hours that summer night as the reception was dying down. a wedding due to the fact that emmanuelle reeled in that romanticly drunken hippy whiteboy from the lbc.
emmaunelle is an awesome person, shes french, but not one of those terrible french people we read about. when she speaks english it’s sweet, it’s cute. it makes you think that all the french should speak english cuz it sounds good like that.
but best of all she has kept our good pal matt healthy, happy, and still singing sweet songs.
bonne anniversarie, mon amie, emmanuelle!