You know you’re about to experience a next-level weekend when your mode of transportation is via private chartered plane with the bride and groom, a few of their closest friends, and a Frenchie named Sophia. Then again, you are on your way to the drop-dead-effing-gorgeous Amangiri resort in the Grand circle—a.k.a a stone’s throw away from the Grand Canyon. A.k.a. the Céline (as in it's elusive and under-the-radar but over-the-top, ugh, chic) of resorts, as Misha Nonoo described it to us once. Onboard, sprawling (like, never ending) platters of tropical fruits and all the champagne appropriate to kick off such a weekend. There were some shenanigans to be had: Andi taking controls in the cockpit (JK!), double servings of chocolate cake (!!), and non-stop puppy cuddles.