for some reason i thought summer was wedding season. little did i know, i was dead wrong.
or maybe we just weren't very popular during the summer and have suddenly become way cooler?
either way, we have more september wedding invitations on our fridge than all summer combined.
last friday started off the fall wedding season with brecken and brent's weddings.
i expected it to be a mini high school reunion and i couldn't have been more correct
(if you remember my crisis post from a few days ago, this is what sparked it).
girls are a little bit better at keeping up with each other than boys are and i still see a lot of my GF's regularly
(although we could still do better).
so it was fun to see all my old BHS buddies at brent's wedding,
and even more fun to see that they are all grown up and have the cutest little wives.
britt and i may have only been 2 years older than most the girls, but we felt ANCIENT.
however we must have pulled off looking young and hip,
because they invited us to join their bunko group (is that an oxymoron?)!
(although we could still do better).
so it was fun to see all my old BHS buddies at brent's wedding,
and even more fun to see that they are all grown up and have the cutest little wives.
britt and i may have only been 2 years older than most the girls, but we felt ANCIENT.
however we must have pulled off looking young and hip,
because they invited us to join their bunko group (is that an oxymoron?)!
after a long and exhausting night of catching up and socializing, it made me even more glad to be going home with my best friend of all.
it's nice to have found my person that i don't get sick of (knock on wood).
and after discussing everyone and everything that went on that night and finding out we were thinking the exact same thing,
it just goes to show that we were meant for each other.
especially when we find out we were thinking the exact same thing about needing a treat after such a great display of socialization.
donuts and orange bang from the gas station? just call us classy.
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