The ABC of a wedding story
Six came over to Mum's house and the three of us spent my last night as a singleton together. Pablo stayed back at the appartment in Madrid with a couple of friends. We didn't exchange sms or calls. Too nervous, i'm guessing.



On the morning of the SWP Day i was relaxed and still feeling a few of the cold symptoms. Six and Mum were trying to behave calm but it was easy to tell mummy was getting emotional. I slipped into the gorgeous Marc Jacobs dress after doing my own make up and attaching two feather butterflies to my hair. I felt like i was about to receive first communion but everyone assured me i looked adult enough...

Part A

Sizter and the M&m's picked us up and we went to the city council, where most of the guests were already having aperitivos at the plaza. It was strange to walk up from the parking lot with nothing in my hands, knowing a lot of eyes were on me. I smiled and did my own little red carpet pretending.

Everyone looked fabulous. Oscar time fabulous. Six was a killer in a black dress and red stilettos, Trix went for an A list romantic look, Sizter simply took our breath away. Kurt was sharp and delicious in Lang wear, Carlos was monochrome in blacks, Alaitz was coffee-caramel, the boys were smart in their suits. A big wow.

Then i saw the groom, looking sexy and pale. I ran to him and tried hard not to cry. Boy, is it hard not to get all sobby when you're in a white dress. I wonder if it has some chromatic philosophy behind it.

The ceremony was a lot better than i imagined. Fear number one was the size of the room and it vanished when i saw they had placed us at the main room, which not only was big enough to contain our guests but was also kind of cute. Pablo still looked pale and dead serious throughout most of the ceremony but i couldn't stop smiling, so i looked like a complete lunatic.

Part B

A decadent café that belongs to the Coliseum Carlos III Theatre was the location chosen for our lunch. No protocol was involved: just trays with food that passed around everchanging groups.



The air conditioning could have been better, but it was good and relaxed. There was also a terrace open, thanks to the fantastic weather of September 16th, where mum's pals and the Irish family lingered under the sun.

Pablo and i did our toasts in Spanish, English and Argentinean, while the M&m's used the girls accesories to disguise. I'm pretty sure everyone had a lot of fun at part B of the wedding. Several cakes (fruit, tiramisú, chocolate and mint...) were offered and none were left over. We support sugar.

Part C

It was around five when we all jumped on cars, luxury vehicles and vans to get to La Cañada Real, an animal reserve where we were having our very particular party. Our guests traded high heels for low cut sandals and straw hats to take a walk on the wild side.

Then we headed to the huge hut where a band played for us all the good 80s hits you can think of. There was food, a waiter who served cocktails with a smile, an audience that roared and danced, and a brilliant atmosphere all around, considering we were literally surrounded by wolves.



A small part of the guest list stayed over for the night, sleeping together in bunk beds, while the recently married Mr. and Mrs. G went to a little hut prepared for the occasion and spent our very royal wedding night there. I was awoken by the sound of birds. And by Alaitz, knocking on our door with a videocammera in her hand.