I’m not a girly-girl. I didn’t lay in bed at night dreaming about my wedding day growing up. I don’t have a notebook filled with fabric samples and pictures of place settings. I actually don’t even really like the idea of weddings, unless I found someone who I wanted to be with forever and ever – a marriage, not a wedding.
So imagine my surprise when I stumbled upon the courtyard at the Boston Public Library and said to myself, “this is where I’m gonna get married.” Who would have thought? I was just there to pick up my copy of Angel Face: The True Story of Student Killer Amanda Knox by Barbie Latza Nadeau (I’ve been on the waiting list for-EVER).
The BPL courtyard is so Gatsby-esque I don’t know what to do with myself. And all I can see is evening, white lights, and friends and family lining the upper balconies. Plus, the larger more modern buildings loom over the courtyard like their watching over the old-school architecture. It’s humbling and beautiful and I LOVE it. Now if I could only envision a husband…maybe I’ll just marry myself and register at Manolo like Carrie Bradshaw. Done and done.
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