Mall Dance Baby

I used to be so much better at journaling - and I had to write all that crap out by hand! You'd think typing a blog would make it easier to update. Funny thing is, the more that happens in my day to day life, the less I blog. Not because I'm too busy, but because when I think, "But how am I going to summarize that?" my brain shuts down and I think, "I'll figure it out later," only later never comes. Lest you think that means that I've been reveling in a wildly exciting, jet-setting, adventure-having lifestyle, I just mean that I'm so wordy that if ANYTHING happens it's a chore for me to summarize it briefly. It's...part of my charm?

Last Saturday Liz and I spent a whole afternoon footling aimlessly about the mall. We'd really gone down to hit up Target for baby shower purposes and only entered to mall so I could utilize their food court. Four hours later we made it to Target. I'd forgotten how much time you can waste in a mall - seventh grade Darcy knew so well. Saturday night was dancing at a club for our friend's birthday. We had the interesting experience of going to a club with a huge line out front - only a week or so before we'd talked about how that never happened to us. Then we realized that reserved room parties got to go in the VIP (much shorter) line and we were then escorted to our room by a suit-wearing, headset-having gentleman bouncer. It was vaguely fancy (I say "vaguely" because the club itself wasn't that fancy, but the entry experience was).

Sunday we went to Liz's sister-in-law's baby shower. I suppose I'm sort of a fake Richards because Rayna introduced me as an adopted sister and often grouped me in when gesturing to "Noah's sisters", which made me feel pretty good. I'd be okay being a Richards. I blame Liz for not having more brothers, I'd totally marry into that family. Just FYI, Rayna is the best person to buy presents for. She screamed over EVERYTHING. EVERY present was "the GREATEEEEST!" which sort of makes you feel like "the GREATEEEEEST!" even though it was said so many times - her constant enthusiasm made up for any loss of meaning through repetition. Good job.

Wedded Bliss

So Sharon went and got married this weekend - weird.

SHE'S SO PRETTY!

Yes, this weekend I went down to Santa Barbara for Sharon and Zach's wedding. I've been looking forward to this for WEEKS. On Friday I got up ridiculously early, drank some coffee and landed in LAX where I was met by Kara!

The best.

Then, like grown ups, we got in our rental car and drove up to SB. Westmont's construction is CRAZY. I don't even know what to do with it - I'm excited to see the finished project. Saturday was the wedding and it was wonderful. I wore a yellow polka dot dress and hung out with some fabulous fabulous people - choir alums and otherwise. I miss all of them so much and I didn't want the day to end. I literally hung around longer than any of the other guests because I'm awkward and lonely and it was the greatest. Sharon was lovely, Zach was adorable, their first dance was super cute. Of course, I was sick all weekend and still am - full of mucus is no way to enjoy a wedding but I did my best. I think the wild dancing jarred some of the illness loose.

I love that place and those people.

There was also a bear. Do with that what you will.