Last night we celebrated Chelsea's birthday, just the three of us in the dining room. We drank champagne, talked about love, happiness, marriage, and Sacha, we miss him very much. After dessert, around midnight we went to bed.
This morning Chelsea woke up white as a sheet and went straight into worshipping the porcelain god. Martin called to say he was sick too, they both have the flu. So instead of going to the caterer, Chelsea stayed close to the bathroom and otherwise in bed. Her childhood friend Sophie is home for the holidays and came to spend two nights with us. Poor Chelsea trying to smile, trying to pretend she isn't sick. But the best she can do is stay in bed and rest. We hope she is feeling better tomorrow, but something tells me she might be down for a few days.
Meanwhile wedding talk, Chelsea likes the idea of white, sand and gold being the colors. She asked what accent color the family could wear, I said black, she didn't laugh, flu robs one of their sense of humor. What would you suggest? Oh, and Chelsea did say that Martin said that the men are not wearing white nor beige. Well?
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