I told you all not to expect much prose these few days. Glenn and Lucy got in last night for Sarah's rehearsal dinner and todays's wedding. It's pouring rain, just back from EXHALE here which I must say has some kick ass teachers.
BOSTON FOR DAYS
I told you all not to expect much prose these few days. Glenn and Lucy got in last night for Sarah’s rehearsal dinner and todays’s wedding.
It’s pouring rain, just back from EXHALE here which I must say has some kick ass teachers.
Kids have cabin fever – it’s noon and we have to be dressed in black tie by two forty-five, everyone wants lunch except me who wants to write and keep checking my Facebook to see if Karl Lagerfield has accepted me as a friend.
So since time is of the essence and I wrote down the time of the rehearsal dinner wrong and we got there as they began dinner and we missed several toasts, we cannot be late to the wedding.
Weddings are a big deal to me again, as at this stage my friends are either getting divorced or dying.
So some peeks into the last few days.
Us twelve years later…I wish for Patrick and Sarah the same kind of connection and happiness that we have.
