Carrie and Simon’s wedding was nothing short of magical, complete with a sunset rainbow on the Thames that sent the wedding party to the terrace mid dinner for an impromptu photo shoot. I only cried nine times. More pictures and feelings to come! I promise I’ll soon be back to the Pressing issues.
So Sanctuary Spa (site of Carrie’s Hen Party, Covent Garden; SUCCESS!) is basically a heavenly bath house out of a magical Greek poem, where you wander about in robes, dipping your feet and swimming in various pool situations, while they toss coffee and champagne and scones at you. Also Naturally, there’s a mystical swing hanging inside of it, and Naturally, I could not figure out how to sit on it, and so I present to you what will soon become the Worst picture of me on the internet, but I really couldn’t help but share.
10 hours defying gravity. Highlights include drawing pictures of animals doing human things, free wine from a gullible stewardess, 10 pounds of gummy worms, and a dramatic reading of my fear of flying book. Not pictured is Blaine’s husband, Jason, who was equally participatory in that way in which he ignored us except for when we needed things handed to us. LONDON!
1. Heading to London TOMORROW for Carrie’s nuptuals! Lily just sent me this picture of her block there, and so, YES.
2. I spent last night scouring the internets for the perfect poem, or piece of poem, for my Maid of Honor speech, which should be at once funny, charming, specific and universal, no big deal. I still haven’t found the perfect one, so may just end up rambling, but still, had to share this e.e. Cummings that I found, that I Love.
since feeling is first
who pays any attention
to the syntax of things
will never wholly kiss you;
wholly to be a fool
while Spring is in the world
my blood approves,
and kisses are a far better fate
lady i swear by all flowers. Don’t cry
–the best gesture of my brain is less than
your eyelids’ flutter which says
we are for eachother: then
laugh, leaning back in my arms
for life’s not a paragraph
And death i think is no parenthesis
At no point before, during or after the 5 hour bike ride in nearly 80 degree SoCal did it EVER occur to me to apply sunscreen. The best part was when I potentially ruined my best friend’s wedding pictures, and the most best part was when I, for the first time her life, typed the words ‘self tanner?’ Oh, just kill me now, but please first cover me in melted butter, the cold kind.