It’s wedding season and I’m officially wishing more of my friends were getting married so I could wear bridesmaid dresses and go to bachelorette parties and have an excuse to get my hair and makeup done. My own wedding is somewhere in the distant and unknown future. It’s years off, so I’d say it’s a little too soon to be picking out floral arrangements, bridesmaid dresses and the DJ’s setlist
but that somehow isn’t stopping me. Still,I can’t help but obsess over all of the cute details weddings entail.
On Friday, Jeff and I went to his friend Jeremy’s wedding. They lived on the same street growing up so they have lots of cute little childhood memories together, it’s precious and it makes me so anxious for my own childhood friends to get married. I don’t want to rush anyone into marrying the wrong person but, I’ve seen Bridesmaids about a million times and I think I would plan an amazing Bachelorette party, wink wink.
I’d say the entire wedding was a success, the ceremony was beautiful, the reception food was delish and the DJ totally set the mood for dancing (obviously the most important part in my book). My only complaint was the drunken rando who felt the need to
call me yell at me that I was a…how do I put it…lady of the evening? for no apparent reason . With all the champagne in my system my feelings were actually hurt for 2/3 of a second and then it was just like:
The second part of the weekend was a mini baby backpacking trip near Mt.Baker with my three favorites (Laura and baby Boo and Jeff). After staying up past my bedtime on friday night for the wedding, I was tempted to spend Saturday reading in the bath with a giant ice cream sundae but I knew I would regret being a total loser and skipping a potential adventure. I’m SO glad I guzzled down an venti iced mocha and just sucked up my brattiness (mostly) because the hike was gorgeous. And of course Boo ran around the whole time like she was in doggy heaven, which she pretty much was.
Sunday morning I talked to two other backpackers only to learn that they had fled their campsite several hours earlier as a bear climbed up a tree to steal their food (which was in a bear bag). I almost died. I know bears live in the woods and I totally respect that it is their home but I still prefer to live blissfully pretending they aren’t going to crawl up a tree in my campsite or maul me as I’m picking wildflowers. I was completely terrified on the hike home but I forced myself to be strong, for Boo.
In other words, my weekend was perfect AND I’m enjoying a short week before heading off to Wanderlust this weekend. I’m practicing my tree pose and downward facing dog so I don’t completely humiliate myself in front of all the pro yogis out there. Any tips?