Wow, guys. I can’t believe how much fun I had this weekend and am thisclose to pinching myself to verify I’m not dreaming.
I still cannot believe this happened:
This is yet another installment of Weekend Update, which is the link-up hosted by my friend Tara at Running ‘n’ Reading. Please remember to check out her blog and, if you’re a blogger, consider joining the link-up!
Oh–and you may want to find a comfy chair, because this could take a while.
A couple of weeks ago, I decided to attend a wedding in Santa Monica. It was a last-minute decision and my sweet husband just told me to go and he would stay home with the kids. I snagged cheap airfare and a steal of a hotel deal on Hotwire and then spent the next two weeks fretting over what to wear to the weekend’s events.
I stayed at the modern and quiet (oh-so quiet!) Shore Hotel, situated right on Ocean Avenue and looking out onto the beach and the Santa Monica Pier.
My flight had been delayed and the wait at the car-rental place was like my worst DMV-nightmare, so I was fairly frazzled when I arrived at the Shore. The front desk clerk who checked me was incredibly sweet and offered me a glass of champagne to help me ease into a relaxing stay. Not one to turn down free bubbles, I accepted.
After settling into my room, I met an old friend, Lisa, for drinks at Copa d’Oro, a nearby bar with a killer happy hour ($5 bubbles! Keep it coming!).
It was so much fun watching up with her and hearing about her work as a Beachbody coach. My husband is a huge fan of Beachbody’s P90X and Insanity, and Lisa told me about the 21 Day Fix. I’m very intrigued and am going to check it out.
After parting ways, I headed to the bride and groom’s welcome reception at The Victorian, a charming restaurant in Santa Monica. The bride was gorgeous and so gracious. Her groom is a comedian and actor and gave the first of the weekend’s many hilarious toasts. One of his friends is Paul Scheer, who along with another guy gave a very funny and sweet toast to the couple that involved trust falls. True story.
I was too busy gabbing to eat much, so when it was time to leave I conned my ride to drive me 15 minutes out of the way home to go to In-n-Out.
I’m not a fan of In-n-Out and sometimes wonder if there’s something wrong with me because I just don’t get it. I’ve tried their burgers many ways, including several of the secret-menu iterations, but I just don’t enjoy them like I do other places’ burgers (see Shake Shack, Dick’s, and Shake Shake Shake). I thought having one after a night of partying would endear me to In-n-Out, but–nope.
The following morning I felt surprisingly energetic, which was fortunate because I had plans to meet fellow Oiselle-teammate Laura for a run. As I prepped for the run, I began to frantically throw things out of my suitcase, looking desperately for my running bra. Result? No bra. I’d forgotten to pack one! Even worse, it was too early in the morning to buy one. I called Laura and she offered to let me use one of hers. Talk about a sisterhood of sport! I’ve never met her and she’s letting me use her undergarments.
We ran for about 4 miles along the beach from Santa Monica to Venice and back.The weather was gorgeous. It was so much fun getting to chat with and get to know Laura, and I really look forward to going back to the LA-area so we can meet up again.
After my run, I visited the Santa Monica Farmers Market and marveled at the local produce available for purchase. The farmers markets at home don’t sell strawberries in January, and they never sell oranges!
After shopping the market, I walked over to the Bay Cities Italian Deli to pick up the Godmother sandwich Lisa had told me about the night before. The Godmother is apparently legendary in sandwich-circles, and for good reason. I love a messy sandwich, and this one did not disappoint.
Before getting ready for the evening’s wedding, I met up with Lily from Lily Runs the World. Lily’s blog was one of the first I started following when I started blogging, and I have always enjoyed the warm persona and wanderlust she shares with her readers. Lily-the-blog is great, but Lily-in-real-life is even better. We had a really good talk over the world’s largest pretzel.
And then, when it seemed the weekend couldn’t get any better, it was time for the main event: the wedding! The wedding was located at the sumptuous Hotel Casa del Mar on the Santa Monica beach. Upon arriving, I was greeted by Henry Winkler (yes! Fonzie!), who introduced himself and his wife. Henry officiated the wedding and his message to the bride and groom and guests was one of the most powerful I’ve ever heard.
The bride and groom were so happy and present. At one point in the middle of the ceremony, they paused for a minute or so to just look out over the room, at all of their friends and family, and take it all in. It was a wonderful idea, and I wish that I had thought of doing that when I got married oh-so-many years ago.
Towards the end of the wedding, Ed Helms (“The Office” and “The Hangover”) played guitar and sang a song. It was very beautiful and fit the wedding perfectly.
Once the ceremony was over, we filed outside to the large ocean-front veranda for cocktails. I couldn’t believe how many actor-comedians there were. I recognized many but know the names for only about half of them. I’m pretty sure that about 50% of the cast of the upcoming “Wet, Hot American Summer” Netflix series was in attendance.
Okay, I think it’s time for The Amy Poehler Story. During the cocktail hour, I just couldn’t resist walking up to Amy. Not only do I admire the hell out of her for her talent, intelligence, and work advancing females, but my daughter thinks she’s seriously cool. (Right or wrong, I have watched “Saturday Night Live” with my kids for years. Yes, there are some inappropriate skits on the show, and I fast-forward through those. But I started watching “SNL” when I was about 8 years old, and I think it’s important for kids to have well-developed senses of humor. So there.)
At any rate, my daughter, D, really wanted me to meet Amy Poehler and get my photo taken with her. Normally I would never (never ever ever–seriously) approach a celebrity to introduce myself and ask for a photo. But, because I was on a mission from D, I made a special exception just this one time.
I walked up to Amy and awkwardly began to explain, “I normally never do this, but, uh, ah, uh,” when she looked at me, smiled warmly, extended her hand, and asked, “Hi! What’s your name?” After that, with the ice broken, I told her about my daughter and her interest in comedy, and we talked about “Smart Girls,” and Yes Please, and how I’d looked like a lunatic when I was listening to her book on the gym treadmill, alternating between laughing out loud and crying.
Amy was amazingly kind and a true pleasure to meet. She introduced me to her boyfriend, Nick, who was also very nice and engaging.
And she told me we needed to take a selfie. I didn’t even have to ask.
As I tied up the conversation, I thanked her and she told me, “Send D my love.”
The rest of the night was a blur.
There was dancing–a lot of dancing–and many, many funny people dancing like funny people (who knew improv people loved to dance?!). I danced so much that the soles of my feet felt like they were on fire. I danced up to the very end, finishing my dance-card with the bride’s self-proclaimed “gay,” T, who picked me up and swung me around to Michael Bublé. It was an exhilarating way to end the trip.
Sunday morning and it was time to go home.
And we all know how that went. Womp womp. Fortunately, the rest of the weekend was amazing, and I cannot complain.
How was your weekend? Have you ever been to Santa Monica? Have you met anyone famous? Do you dance at weddings?