LLDDL'S BEST FRIEND HOLDS BEAUTIFUL TAGAYTAY WEDDING; LLDDL RESPONDS "OH, IT IS SO ON NOW!!!"

Seriously, who doesn't love Tagaytay? The drive is easy, the air is cool, the resto-shops are funky, and the view is the view. It's a must-stop for any tourist, a perfect place for a weekend home, a picturesque playground for the beautiful people. Our version of the Hamptons.

(OK, I've never technically been to the Hamptons, but I've read through every Martha Stewart magazine in Veluz's waiting room - twice - and thereby feel more than qualified to talk about it)

So when one of the LLDDL's best friends said she'd be holding her wedding at a place called Casa Blanca in Tagaytay, we were there. (although, really, she had us at "buffet".) Now, I know what you're thinking: Bride Wars. You know, friend throws a great wedding, LLDDL wants to respond in kind, eyebrows are raised, tongues are wagged, hilarity ensues. (or, if the guys are lucky, pudding-dessert wrestling!)

But no, there was none of that here (dammit). The LLDDL and the bride were dear friends from way back, the bride's mom one of our ninangs, and the groom a fellow child of 80's music. It was just one of those occasions where every girl was just so happy and nothing in the world could ruin the day for them, while guys were left to hope a tipsy bridesmaid would fall into the pool.

But seriously, there's no ill-will from the LLDDL at all. She'll even be the one to show you around. . .



. . . here's the viewdeck. . .



. . .here's the church fountain. . .



. . .here are the bride and the bridesmaids. . .



. . . and here's the (ahem) aforementioned pool.

(look, the guys drove for hours. . . there was an open bar. . .maybe somebody walks too close to the edge. . .I'm just saying, ladies)



See? Not a hint of anything wrong between the LLDDL and the bride. Just look at that angel face.



Actually, it was me who had reason to be jealous! (soooooo, sweetie...who's the dude? His bicep firmer than mine?)

And then, of course, was the cute end to every wedding: people picking apart and taking home the floral centerpieces. . .



. . . unless it's done by those creepy Pepe Le Pew types who hang around these things.

(Oh, bon jour bebe. . .You like les fleurs, oui?)

In the end, Bride Wars or no, this will be hard to top.