The point of our last trip to London was not actually, to waste three perfectly good days, but to attend the wedding of two friends who met at a wedding back in the States. At the time, the groom lived in London and the bride in New York, and so began a whirlwind, short long-distance romance. Does that make sense? Anyway, when you know you know and soon they were engaged.I crossed my fingers and hoped that they would marry in London instead of New York or New Jersey, where most of their family and friends were so I could go around saying, “Oh we’re going to London for a wedding” and sound really cool (because, as we all know, worldliness is often measured by where one’s friends get hitched. This coming from someone who once walked Bellagio in Las Vegas and said, “Oh I could see myself getting married here.”)
Anyway, they got married in London and we were there and I have pictures to prove it!