Under the stars of a thousand nights, assembled into one
The face of the bride appears with a white lace veil of a glamoured nun
In the bright light shining on the happiness of the newlywed
Their joy floating as sprinkles of love, oh how it spread.
On the night of the wedding, everyone was dressed to kill, all gathered in a courtyard of yet another destination to pick up the name tags of a scented wild flower selected to assign the seating from a hanging tree made of green leaves spread across a wall. What a marvellously magical evening, with perfection glowing from every corner one looked. At this moment, a classical circus-like tune of a summer night's dream began playing on the speakers. The white, lacy mushroom-like creatures appeared under nets attached to off-white umbrellas, which they carried and moved around to allow a glimpse of the Louis-era dressed characters. Where was I at that moment in time? The only place I wanted to be, exactly where I was, as in every day and hour of my life.
The crowd assembled around them, astounded with the sound of 'oohs and aahs' crying into the night's open air, bewitched. We then followed a route, lit by candles along a path to view the lake-size swimming pool supporting a dance floor and the musicians on another side, with seating for all the hundreds of guests at designated tables under the trees. I honestly do not remember what we had for dinner, as the joy and love surrounding us carried all the food any appetite could possibly endure. The best word to describe the evening would be... Serene.
One of the most elegant garments of the evening was worn by Aisha, the forever young mother of the bride, in a light-toned chiffon. Then the beautiful bride, in the utmost picture of purity of white lace, came out from a doorway bursting with flowers, with her father and handsome prince by her side. The wedding was nothing short of a fairytale.
The night continued with a band, followed by dancing to the DJ, who had flown in from Ibiza to bring further sparkles of joy into the night. I recall having an excellent duo dance with Ramsy on a stool to house music and meeting a wonderful soul, Cadi, with whom I hung around for a while. Before we knew it, the sun was out in full blast, the DJ was still playing great tunes, and people were swimming in the vast pool in black tie! It's just the way a great party should end.
At some stage during the night, I got called aside by Hessa and Romel, who told me:
"Haldita, we've decided to call you positive endorphin."
And I answered in total delight: "You think I'm a dolphin? How cute."
They burst into laughter and repeated the words: "Positive endorphin. hahaha"
Hessa continued: "But I'm gonna call you dolphin from now on."
When I looked around in the morning, Aisha was the only partner in crime standing close by. We headed back to our hotel, and before heading to our room to get ready for the farewell brunch laid on the lawn by the beach, we pit-stopped at the boys' villa and jumped in their private pool for a skinny dip in only our jewellery, followed by a change into yet another swimwear and ready for lunch.
After the food, consumed under large, white umbrellas protecting us from the sun, seated at the square tables especially set for the day, we lounged in the heat, being served cocktails, unable to go for a last swim in that temptingly blue sea! Pooped out on the sunbeds! Well, I sure was. I missed the Germany versus Italy football shown on the wide screen in the Piazza and took a long twelve-hour sleep on our last night in Puglia.
Since all good things come to an end, we are left with memories that will never end, filled with love, fun and happiness, as is my wish for the newlyweds for the rest of their lives together.
Almost thought I wouldn't make it to my date, arriving back that evening in London, but as Kristel reminded me, the Gods were on my side. Despite the announcement of a one-hour delay to Milan, we made it on time to catch the flight to London.
Be positive, and yet again, things will work out as they should.
And if they don't, it simply wasn't meant to.
Back in London, Hala got home from her trip to Paris, and we had a gathering on the Friday of some of the usual suspects of the circle of friends who had to leave prematurely as we had a club attendance awaiting. But by the time we got to the club, it was too late to make much sense of what was going on, and we headed back home for an early bird sleep at 5:00am.
Saturday, I got dressed up to grab a bite to eat at home from all the previous night's leftovers with Donna before heading to the circus-themed party where we both went as 'showgirls'. Everyone was there to celebrate the birthday of a man of many good deeds, with an entourage of lady friends who spoke extremely highly of him, taking place at Jane and Russ', where the fun continued dancing with Lola and Don to end another late night. The high heels were killing my feet, so I had to finally head home to bed.
The weekend closed with further excitement, watching the talented, smooth Spanish football players masterly beat the Italians. A grand finale in every way.
It was quite a surprise to see Nadal lose to Rosol, whom no one seemed to have heard of before, at Wimbledon, only for him to lose his next game.
Oh well... C'est la vie. You win some... You lose some. Life is full of surprises.
The face of the bride appears with a white lace veil of a glamoured nun
In the bright light shining on the happiness of the newlywed
Their joy floating as sprinkles of love, oh how it spread.
On the night of the wedding, everyone was dressed to kill, all gathered in a courtyard of yet another destination to pick up the name tags of a scented wild flower selected to assign the seating from a hanging tree made of green leaves spread across a wall. What a marvellously magical evening, with perfection glowing from every corner one looked. At this moment, a classical circus-like tune of a summer night's dream began playing on the speakers. The white, lacy mushroom-like creatures appeared under nets attached to off-white umbrellas, which they carried and moved around to allow a glimpse of the Louis-era dressed characters. Where was I at that moment in time? The only place I wanted to be, exactly where I was, as in every day and hour of my life.
The crowd assembled around them, astounded with the sound of 'oohs and aahs' crying into the night's open air, bewitched. We then followed a route, lit by candles along a path to view the lake-size swimming pool supporting a dance floor and the musicians on another side, with seating for all the hundreds of guests at designated tables under the trees. I honestly do not remember what we had for dinner, as the joy and love surrounding us carried all the food any appetite could possibly endure. The best word to describe the evening would be... Serene.
One of the most elegant garments of the evening was worn by Aisha, the forever young mother of the bride, in a light-toned chiffon. Then the beautiful bride, in the utmost picture of purity of white lace, came out from a doorway bursting with flowers, with her father and handsome prince by her side. The wedding was nothing short of a fairytale.
The night continued with a band, followed by dancing to the DJ, who had flown in from Ibiza to bring further sparkles of joy into the night. I recall having an excellent duo dance with Ramsy on a stool to house music and meeting a wonderful soul, Cadi, with whom I hung around for a while. Before we knew it, the sun was out in full blast, the DJ was still playing great tunes, and people were swimming in the vast pool in black tie! It's just the way a great party should end.
At some stage during the night, I got called aside by Hessa and Romel, who told me:
"Haldita, we've decided to call you positive endorphin."
And I answered in total delight: "You think I'm a dolphin? How cute."
They burst into laughter and repeated the words: "Positive endorphin. hahaha"
Hessa continued: "But I'm gonna call you dolphin from now on."
When I looked around in the morning, Aisha was the only partner in crime standing close by. We headed back to our hotel, and before heading to our room to get ready for the farewell brunch laid on the lawn by the beach, we pit-stopped at the boys' villa and jumped in their private pool for a skinny dip in only our jewellery, followed by a change into yet another swimwear and ready for lunch.
After the food, consumed under large, white umbrellas protecting us from the sun, seated at the square tables especially set for the day, we lounged in the heat, being served cocktails, unable to go for a last swim in that temptingly blue sea! Pooped out on the sunbeds! Well, I sure was. I missed the Germany versus Italy football shown on the wide screen in the Piazza and took a long twelve-hour sleep on our last night in Puglia.
Since all good things come to an end, we are left with memories that will never end, filled with love, fun and happiness, as is my wish for the newlyweds for the rest of their lives together.
Almost thought I wouldn't make it to my date, arriving back that evening in London, but as Kristel reminded me, the Gods were on my side. Despite the announcement of a one-hour delay to Milan, we made it on time to catch the flight to London.
Be positive, and yet again, things will work out as they should.
And if they don't, it simply wasn't meant to.
Back in London, Hala got home from her trip to Paris, and we had a gathering on the Friday of some of the usual suspects of the circle of friends who had to leave prematurely as we had a club attendance awaiting. But by the time we got to the club, it was too late to make much sense of what was going on, and we headed back home for an early bird sleep at 5:00am.
Saturday, I got dressed up to grab a bite to eat at home from all the previous night's leftovers with Donna before heading to the circus-themed party where we both went as 'showgirls'. Everyone was there to celebrate the birthday of a man of many good deeds, with an entourage of lady friends who spoke extremely highly of him, taking place at Jane and Russ', where the fun continued dancing with Lola and Don to end another late night. The high heels were killing my feet, so I had to finally head home to bed.
The weekend closed with further excitement, watching the talented, smooth Spanish football players masterly beat the Italians. A grand finale in every way.
It was quite a surprise to see Nadal lose to Rosol, whom no one seemed to have heard of before, at Wimbledon, only for him to lose his next game.
Oh well... C'est la vie. You win some... You lose some. Life is full of surprises.
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