Rachel‘s wedding was this weekend. I considered inventing a tale about all the crazy cool things I’m doing with my life now, because for some reason I thought I should impress people who were important to me ten years ago. I was going to get Stick in on my plans, and we’d drop hints about my nascent superpowers. Instead, we collaborated on not telling any of my most embarrassing stories.
The service was beautiful, and Rachel wins the award for Least Hideous Bridesmaid Dresses. They looked great on everyone, which is impossible but true.
There was a photo collage of Rachel and her new husband Zak, including a picture from the year I had a Halloween party. Rachel dressed up as Princess Leia and brought a cardboard standup of Han Solo as her date.
At the reception, I caught up with a lot of my high-school crowd. It was a little disturbing when I found out that they’ve getting those “real jobs” that I’ve heard so much about, and achieving that whole “financial independance” thing.
Afterwards, we all went up to Eagle Rock Reservation, a spot well-know for drunken teenage antics and parked, but inhabited, cars. (Actually, I never really went up there in high school. I was either on a date or playing computer games on a Friday night. come to think of it, I haven’t really outgrown that) I discovered that the overlook point has been transformed into a September 11th memorial. Because I have no sense of direction, I can’t tell exactly where the towers were, it just looks like there’s something broken about the skyline.
And of course, Stick’s amazing response to Dancing Queen should not be missed.