Hope this photo says it all. Came home from a dear friends wedding and had Champagne, candles, flowers, and a french movie. What an amazing weekend . Friday I woke up at the crack of dawn and hustled my way through the flower district to buy flowers for reception. Arranged flowers all day and had a nice quiet evening with Gar. Then Sat before the wedding i had a hydrangea emergency. Most of them had wilted. DAMN floral oasis. So on my way to the wedding, yes on my way, I stopped of at a florist and begged for any bunches of flowers they could spare. This did not prove to be easy especially since they did not speak english very well. Never the less arrived to the reception, performed emergency floral surgery in the back of the ford explorer and there you have it. Everyone complimented the flowers. I was cursing them. Well 9 drinks, 4 speeches, 1 Frank Sinatra impersonater later we were on our way home. Which turned into a beautiful romatic way to end the evening.
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