Saturday evening, following a quick rehearsal at Hotel Casa Del Mar, the entire wedding party strolled down the Santa Monica pier for a sunset dinner at Mariasol.
As an aside, let me just say: this entire weekend was one enormous sartorial disaster for me, starting with the fact that I decided to show up at Parisa’s parents’ house Friday evening looking like Britney Spears circa now (I changed like freaking Superman once I saw that everyone else was in cocktail attire), and ending with an (otherwise absolutely gorgeous) bridesmaid’s dress that wanted nothing more than to head south for the summer.
What’s that, you say? The dress pictured above looks perfectly acceptable? Well, that’s because Kendrick is very generously casting a shadow over the see-through part of my dress (all of it), which I borrowed from Paige because I had to wear my rehearsal dinner dress to mitigate the Britney cutoffs debacle. It was TOTALLY TRANSPARENT, which I only realized once I had arrived at the dinner, about a million miles away from any alternatives.
Paige, the next morning: “Isn’t that H&M dress that you borrowed so pretty? …But why didn’t you borrow a slip also?”
Sigh.
