Monday, September 1, 2008
Four friends + a wedding weekend = how things should be more often
One of Dane's best friends got married this weekend.
That basically meant really busy, really fun days starting last Thursday night with a couples bridal shower. Friday night was a rehearsal and dinner, Saturday was the wedding and Sunday was a brunch that somehow stretched all day.
That was the basic plot. But the details were much better than that.
One of the things I really hate about being an adult is that all the close friends we made when we were kids -- and a few from our early to mid-20s, too -- live really far away. So the people who know us best, who get us, who we'd love to have as more permanent parts of our lives, are often nowhere near.
That's why this weekend was as fun as it was. We slept very little (which was compounded when Rye started throwing up at 3:30 Friday morning -- after I'd gone to bed at 2:30), and I drank more than I have in the last couple months.
But it was all OK. Because just hanging out was really fun.
Yesterday's brunch was at the groom's aunt's house, which is tucked away in a northwest Omaha neighborhood that might be as good as it gets in suburbia. Out the backdoor was a lake, a willow tree and a swing. It looked straight out of Dawson's Creek. And I loved it.
We twirled and spun on the swing. We picked overripe vegetables from their garden, we built an ewok village in the sand. Rye got really wet, and even he said, "Well, that's OK."
And it really was.
Here's us right after the wedding (Dane officiated, by the way):
Check out the bug Rye found at the lake:
Dane and his friends:
And this morning, we ran a race. Here's Rye before his half-mile holding the carnation I got after my 5K: