First things, first.

2006:

Homecoming weekend with my best friends.
Speeding down the 101 in a minivan.
Laughing and taking selfies in the back seat.

2016:

My best friend’s wedding weekend.
Speeding down the 101 in a BMW,
Laughing and taking selfies in the backseat.

My pupils are still red, and I’m still terrible with eyeliner.
Some things never change.

Funny things, next.

I’ve done things in my life that have terrified me.
Tried me.
Challenged me.
Pushed me from my comfort zone and made me realize all that I was created to be.
But nothing compares to cutting the hair of both the officiant and the best man on thE DAY OF THE WEDDING.

Luckily I am perfect in all I do,
So everyone looked great.

Just look at those flawlessly trimmed curls.

Mushy things, third.

It’s always nerve-racking attending a wedding solo,
Especially when the bride is the ONLY one you know.
She’s stressed.
She’s busy.
She’s got things to do.
She can’t just hang out and entertain me all weekend!

Imagine my delight when everyone who attended the wedding was so friendly and welcoming;
They befriended the awkward stranger who drank a whole bottle of wine in record time and thus became white-girl wasted in the hot tub on a Thursday night.
God bless ’em.

The wedding began.

I told myself I wouldn’t cry.
And I didn’t.
Until the first bridesmaid started down the aisle.
‘You’ve made it longer than I thought you would. You done good, sista.’
– I said to myself.

It’s not every day that you get to watch your best friend get married under a hometown sunset ❤

The reception was full of pizza and pictures and dancing;
My three favorite things.
Which is probably why we’re best friends.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, it’s her birthday.
And I need to tell her that she’s pretty and funny.
Because she is.
(And having a wedding and a birthday in the same week is just insane. Give her presents.)

– Dani
😉 🙂 😀