Weddings have been on my mind. Not because I'm dying to get married or anything, but I have reached the age of weddings. Last year? Not a single wedding to attend. This year? I have been to three and have one more to go. My older friends had warned me about this, entire summers filled with weddings, vacation time parceled out before the weather has even warmed, weekends devoted, plane tickets, gifts, dresses, showers, etc. Your time is not your own once your friends start getting married.
I'm not saying they aren't fun. It's just a fact of life. My friends Meagan and Chad were married this weekend, and it was a lovely wedding at the Bigfoot Lodge outside of Hood River. Hood was looming in the background, the sun stayed out all afternoon, Taj (their dog) was in a tux, and we finished out the night dancing to LCD Soundsystem and Lady Gaga.
The thing that struck me most about this wedding was the fact that I cried during the ceremony like some spinster aunt with cat hair all over my polyester dress. I didn't just tear up decorously. I had actual tears running down my face. I don't know what has happened to me, a year ago I couldn't have cried if you paid me. Apparently I am getting sentimental in my old age.
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YES! Weddings are why waterproof mascara was invented.
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