Finito

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What another wonderfully fun night. I am now officially TIRED but the boys were great, we all danced the night away, I christened yet another pair of fab shoes, and the bride and groom were stunning. I received many compliments on my mint-pistachio pesto and gobbled fresh shrimp and raw oysters like it was my job. We head back to DC in about 2 hours, and it'll be good to get home, back to a slight routine for the four days we'll be home and back into my kitch!  

Wedding day has arrived

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Everything has been beautiful and fun, my sister is radiant, everyone is doing his/her best to speak in English or Italian and a deeply happy atmosphere has settled over our town. That said, I am partied out and suspect that my body is considering a revolt. You know when you start to feel a generalized ache emanating from the inside out. Your mouth starts to feel as if you've flossed too aggressively several days in a row. You wake up feeling less than refreshed. I'm there. In spades.

In an hour, I'm due at the salon, the wedding is a full mass starting at 1:30 and then there are pictures, followed by the reception at six. Whoa! I feel slightly old.