Today, I went to the first wedding of someone who was actually my age. And when I say that, I mean we were born 8 days apart. This is a guy whom I’ve known all my life (although we haven’t seen much of each other since we graduated college) because our parents went to college together.<\/p>\n
The service and the reception were both in the Santa Cruz mountains on a patch of land owned by the bride’s family. It was in this amazingly beautiful valley off highway 1 and we were all very lucky it didn’t rain (as there was a chance it was going to as of earlier in the week) because it was all held outdoors.<\/p>\n
Seeing some of the other random people that I hadn’t seen since freshman year of college was a trip. I also hadn’t seen the bridegroom or his family in years, either, even though he and his sister live in the area.<\/p>\n
Right now, I’ve got my brother sleeping on the floor downstairs and my stepdad on the couch. In four hours, my stepdad is waking up for a supershuttle to take him to the airport to fly him off to Toronto. I just hope they don’t wake me up when they get here.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Today, I went to the first wedding of someone who was actually my age. And when I say that, I mean we were born 8 days apart. This is a guy whom I’ve known all my life (although we haven’t seen much of each other since we graduated college) because our parents went to college … <\/p>\n