My Best Friend's Wedding
And a bunch of other wonderful and surreal things that happened to me this January.
So much has happened in the last few weeks, I can’t go over it all in detail, or I will bore you all to tears, which is hilarious considering that it all went by faster than whiplash for me. We can discuss the marvels of time relativity another time though.
So, you know by the title that one of my best friends recently got married. But January flew by at the speed of light with a barrage of incredible events. Before I got to watch my friend walk down the aisle I had to endure 16 hours of travel in 4 days, and experienced (albeit, refused to acknowledging) the oh so tragic swearing-in of 45 (he who shall not be named, am I right J.K.?), and a historic and powerful protest (which multiplied into more protests), and a night of revelry in New York City, and then the start of my final semester at college (with its accompanying existential crisis, but that’s a story for another post).
So that I don’t bore you all to tears with an excessively detailed account of my movements and feelings (I’m trying to practice writing with concision in preparation for my thesis revisions), here’s the SparkNotes overview:
The travel sucked. Travel always sucked. Let’s all just agree and move on.
45 sucks. 45 will never not suck. The country has been in panic mode for the last several weeks and we are descending into an Orwellian Scifi dystopian reality, but that’s probably obvious at this point. He’s terrible, we’re all freaking out, but you get enough of trauma-inducing politcal bombardment on literally every other form of social media, so we’re not gonna linger. #NotMyPresident
What doesn’t suck, however, is the incredible display of our First Amendment rights by the citizen body. I was lucky enough to attend the Women’s March on NYC before I went to my best friend’s bachelorette party, and it was one of the most moving experiences of my life. I’m not always one for crowds, and I know the very real dangers of public protest (and took the necessary precautions), but I couldn’t think of any reason that wasn’t selfish for why I shouldn’t go and join the protest for my rights and the rights of everyone in this country. This all sounds really corny (and I want you to know I actively avoided the phrase “the chorus of voices demanding justice and equality”, which came to my mind first), but it was one of those moments when I was hyper-aware of being in the middle of history -- not just in the middle, but part of the making of history. It lit a fire under me, and I’ve been planning calls to Congress, and saving up to donate to a series of charities ever since. If you’re interested in dispensing with your arm-chair activist ways, I suggest starting out by donating to organizations such as the ACLU and Planned Parenthood (though there are countless organizations in need of our support out there, I’ll try and put together a page), and checking out what protests and community activism is happening near you.
That very same night, I had a different female-based bonding experience: my best friend’s bachelorette party. It was such a great time! I got to meet some of the other bridesmaids (all of whom were lovely and fun), we got some crazy Soju punch that was served out of a hollowed out watermelon (a fun, weird, yet delicious first), and rocked out to karaoke all night long, briefly considering forming a girl band group (my ultimate pipe dream). It was a blast, we made my friend, Willow, wear a tiara with a veil, and all the bridesmaids wore Team Bride sashes and temporary tattoos. Good old girly fun.
Just two days later, my semester started. I panicked about being behind on my thesis (which I still am -- you can tell because I’m writing this post instead of my next chapter), and had my usual existential crisis about my life choices and what not. Par for the course. After only one week, it was time for the wedding (see, the title wasn’t just click bait)! That Friday I was in class all morning, and then running around Back Bay all afternoon, and then trying not to sob my way through the wedding rehearsal that evening. It was all worth it, though, to get to be there with my friend on this amazing day.
Even though we had to be there at 8 AM *gasp*, the bridal party all got these adorable matching robes, so we spent 5 hours wandering around this super fancy hotel in our socks and robes waiting to get our hair and makeup done. I teared up when Willow appeared in her dress (luckily the mascara was waterproof, thank the lord), and I couldn’t stop smiling for the few hours during pictures before the ceremony.
The ceremony was short, and I had to take very conscious deep breaths the whole time so I didn’t burst into tears of happiness. I know it’s a trope that everyone cries at weddings, I just had never realized what a profoundly beautiful and incandescently happy experience it would be to see someone who is very important to me as she got married. I can’t even imagine what a dizzying and shimmery experience it must have been for Willow and her husband (ahh Willow has a husband now!!).
The reception was just as beautiful as the ceremony, everything was so carefully and perfectly decorated. The food was good, even if my vegetarian meal was essentially a bowl of grains with a steamed tomato on top (no offense Willow). We had such a wonderful time, the drinks were flowing, the band was so fun and funky, my speech was a success (even though I was like Princess Mia levels nervous), and I got to hang out with my two best friends in really fancy clothes.
It was a whirlwind, and yet unforgettable. This last part of the post is for you, friend! I know the last couple of weeks have been filled with lots of sentimental, heartfelt messages (including several from me already), but I just want you know that you are a gem, I value you, I love you, and I wish you all the happiness in the world! I’m glad I got to share this day with you, and I’m glad that you’re in my life! #BestCoupleEver