One by one, we made our way to the National Hotel, arriving at the suite with what some may classify as post traumatic stress disorder. Some french dude made a mess of everyone's hair. I, myself, ended up with a helmet head sprouting wings off the front of my forehead... my mother's look said it all as I entered the hotel room - what the --?!
As the first one back to the room, I didn't want to panic Nicole so after a brief consult in the bathroom, my mom and I made our way into the suite, where Lynn looked at me and said, "Honey, what happened to your hair?!" Yeah, guess it was pretty bad.
Fortunately, Maxine (Nicole's make-up artist) came to the rescue... in fact, she had to fix a few of us. I made a feable attempt to re-curl Lauren's hair - only to tangle my brush barrel curling iron in her beautiful long locks (I'm soooo sorry!) Mom to the rescue again.
Despite it all, I think we came out looking pretty darned good.
Amanda made us all look good... here Lauren's getting primped. 
Fortunately, the mother of the bride and the mother of the groom came back from the salon looking great... Just look how gorgeous! :)
And Nicole came out looking like the cover of Vogue - what a beautiful bride!
Here I am with my new sister (and my new hairdo!)
Why won't anyone say CHEEEEEEESE for me?!
CHEEEEEESE! (And no, I hadn't had a drink yet)
Mom's the first to sign the guest book... and so the wedding begins....
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