After a four day weekend doesn’t it seem like so much happened yet at the same time it all flew by so fast. From the moment I picked up my Gatsby up at the airport (I was secretly so afraid I was going to show up to pick him up and he wouldn’t show up and I would be crying alone on the floor of the Haifax airport next to my little “Welcome to Nova Scotia Ian” sign) the weekend was a fairytale. Every moment was so magical, I could try to put it into words but something inside me feels like that would taint it and for someone who shares every detail of their life on the internet that sacredness is a strange foreign feeling. I hope you wanted to see a thousand pictures of my weekend because today they’re going to do the talking for me. The Laing House Ball was such a beautiful event for such a magnificent cause. Even if I hadn’t been completely smitten and walking on a lovestruck dream the twinkly light, tulle and excuse to wear red lipstick would have stolen me to my own version of wonderland. The event raised over $180,000 for the organization , which supports mental illness treatment and support, over night! I felt like a Taylor Swift fairy princess the whole evening (and I finally found the perfect shade of red lipstick for me, thank you Sephora!). Cheers to nights filled with fancy evening gowns, champagne, gourmet churros (it’s a thing), non stop dancing (occasionally stepping on feet), playing velociraptors, stolen kisses and of course my best little partner in crime, Genevieve.
I was so sad when my Gatsby visitor (he’s so tall and handsome as hell) boarded his plane back to Seattle that I was forced to comfort myself with 1989 and binge drinking Starbucks (more on that later).
Say you’ll see me again, even if it’s just in your wildest dreams?
P.S. Can you tell I’m listening to 1989 on repeat (guess which song is my favorite right now?)!