Anne is getting married and I can hardly wrap my mind around the fact that six years ago we were just two little ligers who loved wine and Lost. Not a lot has changed.
Phoebe generously hosted an all girls bachelorette retreat in Massachusetts. That entailed mostly this:
Combined with a lot of binge eating:
I brought every nail polish I owned, which, during packing, seemed excessive, but obviously turned out not to be:
And then there was the night where we took a limo to Newport Rhode Island which was an utterly confusing experience for all us New Yorkers and we ended up getting in multiple fights with locals. The good news was the limo was done at midnight, so we were whisked away before too much damage could be done. Newport, RI is a SCARY place full of wasps and sailors and competing bachelorette parties.
And of course, nothing could be done with my bang-grow-out hair situation that alternates between looking like a hair piece and a combover.
Anne! Congratulations girl - you and Trevor are bound for decades of happiness. Love you guys!
