A Day in my Life-U.S Edition

I received some feedback, include posts about my daily life kind of like a diary entry so I figured why not give it a shot!

September 19, 2025

Wedding Prep Day

I woke up in my hotel around 7:30 am groggy from the 8 hour drive the day before from my hometown to Livingston Montana. Today was the day before my friend from college got married, and there was so much to do.

I got to my best friends Airbnb where we met up for a 5k run with her daughter (my niece) while it was cool outside. It was a great run even though my lungs hurt from the change of elevation, the leaves all changing color, and people out walking their dogs. Somewhere between mile two and three, I decided I would train for a 10k. My mom had already signed up for one, and I thought maybe I’d run mine in a London park on the same day, even though we’d be five thousand miles apart. After the run I did the rest of my exercises, showered, and changed. We needed to be at the train depot to help set up around 10:45, ready to start working. We stopped at Perk on the Park and grabbed energy drinks and breakfast bagels-god, nothing beats an American breakfast bagel dripping with bacon, egg, aioli, and enough grease to glue your heart shut. London hasn’t cracked that code yet.

Once we arrived at the venue the bride put us on making the boutonnieres and bouquets, which neither of us had done before. I really think we killed it, if law school doesn't work out maybe we will just make an event planning company. That took up most of the 6 hours we had to set up running around doing the odd ins and outs as people began to arrive to say hello and help. The depot closed around 4 and our rehearsal dinner began at 5 so we had about a hour to sort our lives out. Jeanette and I starving tried running to the sandwich shop to find it closed and instead ate a protein bars from the liquor store. Not glamorous. But our real job was sneaking the bride into a bar for a couple of quick shots to ease her nerves. Mission accomplished: green tea shots and tequila sodas at the Murray before we walked over to practice the ceremony and eat dinner.

Walking into the Whiskey both Jeannette and I said we'd have one drink and hangout which we pretty quickly aborted that plan. The wedding party all piled around a high top waiting the girls leaning in to gossip while the guys shot pool. By the third round, I dropped twenty dollars into the jukebox to cue up Pink Pony Club, and the whole bar shifted into something brighter. We learned quickly that arm wrestling the groomsmen was not allowed, and that the strange cowboy outside wanted a dance battle. When the groom and his friends headed back to Big Sky, we swore it would be one last drink at the Murray.

You could hear the live music from outside and thats when we knew there would be no 'last drink'. It was a small bar with a good amount of people packed in and a good band that played country classics. I settled on a vodka sour just taking everything in all at once. While I love a London pub, there’s something about a small-town bar that makes time stretch. One minute I was swapping stories with guys from the East Coast, the next I was deep in conversation with a couple from Bristol about the city I now call home. And it was in that bar, surrounded by friends and strangers, that I felt more like myself than I had in weeks. Maybe it was the band, maybe it was teaching the guy from Boston how to swing dance, maybe it was earning the nickname London Lawyer but I felt electric. London gives me so much, but I chase this exact feeling all the time: that weightless, buzzing joy where the night feels infinite. I knew no one but by the end of the night I had talked about everything from politics to failed relationships with strangers. I love that, theres no fear to not come off as invasive or loud I just get buzz around chatting and dancing.

In a way, it reminded me that home isn’t always a place—it’s a moment, a connection, a night where you laugh too hard with people you may never see again. And when the clock strikes 3:30 in the morning and the bar is closing I couldn't stop smiling. Part of me wanted to freeze it, hold onto that night forever. The other part already knew it was slipping into memory—like a song you never want to end.

xox W