Everyone tells me that I’m at that age where all of my friends are getting married. And that might be true. Last year, around this time, we were [shit shows] at Steph’s wedding. Next year, it’ll be BB’s.
And tomorrow, tomorrow is Gaff’s.
I’m SO excited – though, also a little bit nervous.
Or rather, I’m excited for her (and to see all my high school girl friends), but nervous for me, because this will also be the first time that the boyfriend will be meeting that group. It’s not exactly like I was a wild child in high school…but I had my moments. And all of those moments were with this group of ladies.
I’m guessing that he’ll be questioning both my intelligence and my sanity by the time it’s all done.
Though, he’ll probably be right to do so, even without the high school stories. Because, if Gaff’s reception is anything like Steph’s (similar group of people and it’s in the same place), we’ll be taking shots, requesting throwback songs from the DJ, and jumping off the stage when we hear “(I’ve Had) The Time of My Life.”
Because we’re classy. And that’s just how we do.
Have a great weekend! I know I will.