Will was out of town last weekend, so I had an adult sleepover with some of my former roommates, complete with matching pajamas and two different kinds of gummies (we love gummies).
I lived with these ladies for three glorious years after college. We drank a lot of pink wine, threw a lot of strangely themed parties, watched a lot of trashy TV, and learned a lot of early adult life lessons the hard way (don’t buy refurbished appliances unless you know they come from a credible source, don’t date boys who won’t admit they are dating you, don’t kill poisonous bugs with nice frying pans). We traveled together and cried together and laughed together, and somewhere along the way, we grew up together.
It’s hard to believe that we are in our late 20’s now, with careers and husbands and dogs (well, just one dog). All the silly stickiness of early adult life is gone, and while I don’t necessarily miss feeling like my life may go careening off a cliff at any moment, I look back so fondly on those years I got to spend failing and floundering with some of my very favorite people in the world.
We grabbed dinner at Via 313, then got into our matching jammies and watched Pride & Prejudice & Zombies. Carmen and I ate a ton of gummies, Tanya fell asleep midway through the movie, and we stayed up way too late chatting. It was perfect.
Another one of my life friends is getting married in October, so I’ve been compiling pictures from high school to send to her for her slide show. We were in theatre and show choir together (Glee Club, way before Glee Club was cool. You were too late for us, Lea Michele). I’m not sure those details, or any details, can adequately explain these pictures.
I’m sorry, what was our life?
I just passed the one year mark at my new job! I am grateful for this new position and love my coworkers… but I still really miss the people I used to work with. Fortunately, I do get to see them from time to time, but it’s just not the same! It’s crazy to think that I spent nine hours a day for four years with the same people, and now only see them for occasional lunches and happy hours.
Taken one year ago at a department graduation party. Do I know how to throw a good party, or what? (Or what, seriously.)
Will has been asking me what I want to do for my upcoming 29th birthday (which is the day before July 4th) and I am drawing a big question mark. Not unlike the wrinkles age is beginning to draw on my face.
I found this photo the other day from my 27th birthday:
Food fights were really big in youth group culture growing up, and I was part of one particularly disgusting food fight in college involving relish, hershey syrup, and mustard. After seeing the 1-year old cake smash photo shoots popping up on people’s facebooks, I started to think a) that looks like fun and b) wouldn’t a food fight be so much better with food that tastes good?? I posed this idea to my then boyfriend and church group, and they seemed to be onboard. Or at least not think it was totally crazy. My roommate and I spent the day baking cakes and cupcakes, then asked our friends to each bring something to smash. We laid it all out in the backyard, then spent a good five minutes in an all out, no holds barred cake throwing massacre.
I could not fully hear for a good three weeks after sustaining a cupcake to the left ear. Worth.it.
Will just booked our tickets to London!! He found a crazy good deal this morning and pulled the trigger, so we will be heading across the pond in late October with my sister and Will’s brother.
London is my favorite city- I lived there for 6 months after I graduated from college, and have fond memories of taking day trips with my mom and sisters when we lived in Cambridge.
I am particularly excited to get to show Will where I was born!This is a snap of King’s College Chapel in Cambridge, one of my favorite places on earth, taken on our sisters trip in 2009.
Europe Crew in England, the old class. We’re coming for you, Europe 2016!!
Happy Weekend to all!!