We were headed to lunch today when we ran into a bride-to-be in the hotel. She was crying and mumbling about how she couldn't find anyone to do her hair. The groom was in the kiddie pool and the people who were supposed to decorate her reception were partying early instead. And the elevators weren't working. We made sure she got to the right floor, but she was a wreak.
At 3, I walked out to the beach, which is where the wedding was about to take place. The wind was so bad that she needn't have worried about her hair. But she looked gorgeous and, best of all, she looked happy.