Half a year ago, we woke up hungover in a queen-sized room at the Kimpton resort Monaco in Salt Lake City.
My eyes were inflamed. My belly felt sour. But, overall, we felt okay. I obtained a lot more than eight hours of rest, that isn’t something many people can state the before they get married night.
We sat regarding the sleep viewing “checking up on the Kardashians” with an eye fixed mask on, in hopes my dark groups would disappear. It absolutely was the Christmas time card episode. Realizing it had been very nearly noon, we hopped into the bath, shaved my feet, and had my future sister-in-law glue fake eyelashes on me personally. My companion, Eva, assisted me mangle the boob tape into distribution for around half an hour therefore I could shimmy into my pale red, silk Reformation dress. Read More