While knee deep in Fashion Week, Coterie preparations, and weekend appointments-my beautiful girlfriends will be drinking cocktails by the pool feteing our blushing bride to be!
Catherine, Cath, Kate, Cato, B-2 (whatever it is we're calling you today) I'm so sorry I won't be there but I'm trusting my fellow bridesmaids to make sure you have a wonderful weekend, plenty of tequila, an embarrassing crown, and a Sunday Funday Brunch fit for a Queen.
If I was there-my toast to you would most likely include; memories of our original trips to palm springs (shadow mountain, the "junior boys", etc), AP (is possum really the only word that rhymes with awesome?!!), Devon-in-the-middle, the water bottle/bike ride incident, east of sepulveda, 4th of July parties at Mimi's (for the record we did not get away with that ONCE-we were smart-how did we always forget to take out the trash?), the car ride home from Peter's house, our time capsule, DTLC, my parents block parties, gold slogger, B's in Ps, and Angus.
(this picture always makes me laugh)We are all counting down the days 'till the big day, and I am honored to stand next to you when you say "I do"-and remeber, no matter what Michelle says this weekend, Sun-In is NEVER a good idea, it won't look good and it won't wash out (I love you Mimi ;-)
Have a blast, and as promised today I expect at least one call (drunk dial) each night. Miss you girls see you soon!!!
xo-d
"I get by with a little help from my friends"-The Beatles, With a Little Help From My Friends, 1967
