Last night four of my closest pals hosted a not-so-little party for John and me. They called it a pre-wedding celebration and that’s exactly what it was; a celebration. The night itself was a blur, really, and I am still cocooned in a love coma from the outpouring of well wishers and support from our fantastic friends. It seemed like every time I looked up another happy face was entering the room, offering congratulations and good tidings.
Okay, I just wrote “tidings”. Am I in a Dickens novel?
Anyway, it was a terrific mix of people, as John and I have a very diverse base of friends, as you can imagine. Some folks I hadn’t seen since my Father’s funeral and it warmed the cockles of my Irish heart to throw my arms around their necks. There were life-long friends, boot-camp friends, true blue girlfriends, camping friends, mentoring friends, drinking pals, co-workers and more. Oh, and family. My Mother and her awesome boyfriend (soon to be my Stepfather!) Richard were in attendance, and as usual, a hoot. My Uncle John was among the party-goers and that was a special treat as he’s moved away and I rarely get to see him these days. He’s not really my Uncle, but my family liked him so much that we made him family. That’s how we roll.
The night was spent bopping from room to room filled with laughter and wonderful stories. John and I hardly spent two seconds together as we felt more like running mates than a couple. I kid, but I’m sure you understand. We wanted to personally spend as much time with everyone that we could as it was a party thrown in our honor, and we felt so thankful and grateful for this awesome group of
Johnny is not as social of a creature as I am, but he handled the night beautifully. More than a few times I glanced across the room to watch him interact with our guests. He was funny, charming and engaging. I am so proud to be marrying this man. My friend adore him, my Mom has a crush on him, and I couldn’t be more tickled. Turns out, happiness looks good on me.
I went for a bike ride with my good pal Brooks today. We rode almost 20 miles admiring the turning autumn leaves and chit-chatted about last nights festivities. I was busy stumbling all over myself mentioning how humbled I was from the out-pouring of support. She succinctly summed it up; “Stop it. You guys deserve happiness. You’re going to have a great life together”.
Well put, Brooks.
I sincerely cherish my friendships with all of you. I’m going to miss you all so much when I move, but know that your girl here is going to be very happy. Thank you so much. Last night meant the world to me. Now, your ROLLING OUR CAR with toilet paper and Little Debbie’s kind of took the wind out of my sails as I was crocked while trying to unwrap John’s truck from your artistry. Well played, a-holes. John and I don’t forget these things, FYI.
Oh, and the BOTTLE OF SALSA that was ultimately inside the Patron tequila box? NICE.
You guys suck. (smile)
Ahem. I digress.
C’mon. That’s funny!