HANGOVER! Yes! Awesome! I think I got like --max-- 6 hours of sleep? Which is usually enough, but when drinking is involved, 6 ain't shit. My hair and makeup artist Julia Papworth was already downstairs, and I had barely even gotten out of bed! So Mike and I woke up feeling terrible, had a talk about the night before, made our apologies, then parted ways. That was the moment I decided it was time for me to rally. I said to myself, "Get your shit together, Britt. You're gettin' married today whether your body feels like it got hit by a semi-truck or not." And for the most part that little pep talk helped... well, that and the fact that my bmaid Anne brought all the ladies a dozen bacon donuts, and my other bmaid Alexis brought me a batch of my favorite croissants from Bev Hills. Aren't my ladies the sweetest? Oh, and Alexis was kind enough to snap a few early morning pics of me sans make-up. So enjoy....
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| My shirt says, "Make love, not war," reminding me to leave wed-planning stress behind and to just enjoy the day. |
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| Me stretching out the elastic on my thong. I haaaaate tight underwear. |
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The word I kept repeating to myself the morning of my wedding was "fuck." "FUCK, Emily, WHY DID YOU DO THIS TO YOURSELF?" Six hours of sleep sounds glorious compared to the 2.5-ish that I got. Ughhh so stupid. Oh well, we survived! I think around the time the hair people arrived the adrenaline kicked in. It must have been that because I get SERIOUS hangovers but once everything started moving, it somehow, miraculously went away.
ReplyDeleteI love how you're stretching your undies. I hate tight underwear too, especially thongs (I have love handles) so I buy lacy ones that don't pinch. I wore black ones on W day :)
HAHAH! I LOVE the thong photo! Classy broad, that's what you are!
ReplyDeleteDUDE!!! I was a rock-star. I didn't drink the night before because I had thrown up the whole day (once or twice in the Clark County courthouse...that's soooo Vegas). So I was pumped and ready to go. I woke up with my friend Tammy (Steve was sleeping in her husband's room (his best man). We both woke up WAY early, looked at each other and said, "let's go gamble!!" We got up to gamble, but got distracted by Starbucks and Kahunaville breakfast. Then came back to the room and we all had mimosas and danced. Awesomeness.
ReplyDeleteSteve on the other-hand said he was near-vomit ALL morning and ALMOST threw up while he was on the ship waiting for me. LOL. He didn't get in until 3am...he woke me up to kiss me (before he went next door) and I just kept telling him he was stupid and that he'd feel like shit the whole next day...which he did. LOL
I was too busy trying to stop my Mum drinking to relax and reflect. But actually, once I got away from her to go to the salon, and stopped being stressed about being late for getting to the salon, I chilled the hell out and quite enjoyed the prep time, where nothing was expected of me except to shut up and keep still.
ReplyDeletethat's a nifty thong stretching technique!
ReplyDeletewe were not hungover... but we did sleep in (until 9am, which is awesome when you wake up at 5am everydamnday) then ran errands. it wasn't the magical morning i had hoped for, but i was just too pumped to get the show on the road!
I was not only hungover, but sore as shit! We had a weekend long extravaganza at a kids summer camp we rented in northern Cali and why I decided to climb a ropes course called the "tower of terror" the day before, I'll never know. Ok maybe because it was wicked awesome but I definitely felt like I got hit by a mac truck when I woke up on my wedding day. Thankfully I ate a bunch of ibprofen, muscle relaxers and recuse pastilles (omg, have you tried these things? Ah-mazing!) and I was like ok, I got this.
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