6 months ago, we woke up hungover in a queen-sized space at the Kimpton resort Monaco in Salt Lake City.
My eyes had been distended. My belly felt sour. But, overall, I felt okay. I acquired significantly more than eight hours of rest, that isn’t something a lot of people can state the before they get married night.
We sat in the sleep viewing “checking up on the Kardashians” with a watch mask on, in hopes my dark groups would disappear. It absolutely was the xmas card episode. Realizing it absolutely was nearly noon, we hopped when you look at the bath, shaved my feet, and had my future sister-in-law glue eyelashes that are fake me personally. Continue reading