weddings old and new and i’m old too
I went to San Francisco to help mark the 20th anniversary of Danny and Alison, old friends! Girl can still fit into her wedding dress, bam.
Here are the OGs (Original Guests). That’s a pretty decent number, still around and hanging out! Testament to our good instincts for finding good friends, now matter how otherwise dumb we were in our 20s. I talked to three separate humans at a wedding last night who are in touch with nobody who were guests at their wedding, apart from family members. That’s testament to the weirdness of why one throws a wedding, I think.
Anyway, back in San Francisco, I caught up with everybody up with my weird in-between househunting life, heard lots of unscintillating stories back (testament to the honest, kind, integral, hardworking, calm friends that I am lucky to have), drank the champagne that should have been slapped out of my hands, and laughed harder than I’ve laughed in a long, long time.
This wedding I went to last night was for two twenty-somethings more together than I even am now? It was a delight, had a vintage formal theme, and I couldn’t help but wonder who was in it for the long run with them, 20 years from now.
Don’t take my advice. Trust me.