Half a year ago, we woke up hungover in a room that is queen-sized the Kimpton resort Monaco in Salt Lake City.
My eyes had been inflamed. My belly felt sour. But, overall, we felt okay. I acquired significantly more than eight hours of rest, that isn’t something many people can say the before they get married night.
We sat in the sleep viewing “checking up on the Kardashians” with an eye fixed mask on, in hopes my circles that are dark disappear. It had been the Christmas time card episode. Realizing it had been very nearly noon, we hopped within the bath, shaved my feet, and had my future sister-in-law glue fake eyelashes on me. My closest friend, Eva, aided me mangle the boob tape into submission for around half an hour thus I could shimmy into my pale red, silk Reformation gown.