The party was not to be believed. In fact, Noelle (the blonde with the tilted head in the photo above) kept coming up to me all weekend and saying, "fake, I know this is all fake." (of course, I take anything she says with a grain of salt because she is so damn beautiful, smart, witty and an artist to boot-- you know SHE must be fake). However, I understood where she was coming from. Only if you lived in The Matrix could the sky be so blue and the clouds be so puffy white and the sun make everything sparkle as if it were coated in fairy dust and the grass be so green and so spongy and YES! We were all on acid the whole weekend. That explains everything. It was too damn beautiful to be believed.

The party had tents! An 8-piece band with 3 women singers (think The Commitments)! catered food! tablecloths! flower arrangements! a full bar with endless cocktails and presents! (JAYSUS, people brought me presents-- WTF?) My god. Everyone kept asking me how I felt and all I could say was, "I feel like I'm at a wedding . . . I married my book."

The party continued back at Soliden cause we had our first weekend guests-- three couples-- who all slept in unfinished rooms but oh how we partied and drank and one of them is a classical guitarist so as we sat around the fire, looking up at the stars, drinking Moet & Chandon and discussing the finer points of Team America (could there have been some passing of the chronic?) in the background was this gorgeous live guitar. IT WAS ALL SO F*CKING FAKE.

Sunday was impossibly fine-- more of the blue with the white doused in the yellow with no humidity. Utterly fake. We hiked up the trail behind the house. One thing that was not fake? My hangover. Totally real.

If everything looks incredibly hazy it's because I was still drunk and on my honeymoon. You should be amazed that I remembered to take the lens cap off. I know I am.

From there we went to the beach where there were those who swam in the stunning crystal clear utterly FAKE water like they wanted excercise. I had to fend them off when they wanted to go kayaking. My god-- what do they think this is? An ECO-challenge?

Sadly, everybody had to climb back into their cars and drive home to Boston/Cambridge-- otherwise known as the civilized world. Luckily for me, Husband #1 had the sensory deprivation tank all ready for me so I climbed in and passed out.

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