Dearly beloved--we are gathered here today, at the Mansion on O Street, to celebrate the royal debauchery that is Wills + Kate.
So. Hot babe KMid brought some serious sparkle back to the Brits this morning and was only slightly outdone by her ridiculously fab younger sister, Pippa, who rocked the vision of a perfect wedding dress...to her own sister's wedding. Balls.Of.Steel.
The Deal: set the alarm for 4AM. Yes, AM. Dragged ourselves outta bed. Slapped on some well-planned outfits, complete with hats + tiaras and booked it to the metro and down to Dupont. Found ourselves on the steps of this infamous abode.
We go in, survey the area, duly note everyone's fashion nods to HRH with hats and dresses and madness everywhere. Grab as many scones + melons + jams that we can fit on a plate. Load up on hot tea. Get ourselves situated in the Log Cabin Room (creepiest of all) and settle in for the show.
Yeah yeah yeah! Crown jewels fo-rizzle.
We visited our favorite bathroom and noticed this little addition.
So over it.
Got lost in a sea of mirrors and secret rooms.
Bought more teacups (cup o' soup!?) + books with our complimentary $25 gift certificates!
wtf. wtf. wtf.
Lusted after the lady of the hour. Get ovah yourself, Kate.
Look up the definition of 'babe' and I'll betcha see a picture of her in yo dictionary.
DRP in all her Random House glory.
Rockin' the sequined top at the least cliched venue.
Oh haiiii!
The loot on the way home + future Foxfield hat.
Delaney Parrish for the win!!
New Business:
Odds that KMid + Wills are toasting one another with a celebratory PBR as we speak: 4-1.
Odds that Pippa + Harry will hook up, after-party style in a powder room at Buckingham Palace: 1million-1.
That's fast math. And I'm betting big.
You're royally welcome,
Hannah
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