Half a year ago, we woke up hungover in a queen-sized room at the Kimpton resort Monaco in Salt Lake City.
My eyes had been swollen. My stomach felt sour. But, overall, we felt OK. I obtained significantly more than eight hours of sleep, that isn’t something a lot of people can state the evening before they have hitched.
We sat from the sleep watching “checking up on the Kardashians” with an eye fixed mask on, in hopes my dark circles would disappear. It absolutely was the xmas card episode. Realizing it absolutely was nearly noon, we hopped into the shower, shaved my feet, together with my future sister-in-law glue eyelashes that are fake me personally. My friend that is best, Eva, assisted me personally mangle the boob tape into distribution for around half an hour and so I could shimmy into my pale red, silk Reformation dress. Then, my husband-to-be Julian wandered in, freshly barbered, cowboy-boot clad.
A Lyft was called by us at 2:15 pm. And also as the motorist seemed back once again to leave behind us at our location, their gaze switched perplexed. We understood why.
“Our company is engaged and getting married,” I said.
Individuals do not let you know that a courthouse wedding does not simply take very long. I do believe ours clocked in at about seven minutes.