Two weddings down, one to go.
Javier and Krystal's wedding went off on Friday. It was a nice Catholic wedding in a big church. The ceremony was long and laced with symbolism and tradition (as Catholic services tend to be).
Recent tradition mandates that we all gather at Robby's parent's house at least once and cook various dead animal products. Javier said he might "stop by later", but we weren't holding out breath (I'd be willing to bet any sum of money that they didn't even leave their apartment yesterday! I mean games of Catholic Bingo can be tiring).
I had talked to a couple other people over the course of the weekend about the wedding and life, and each time it casually came out that I had known the groom since high school and we were still good friends. Then the conversation would turn to the others who I'm also still friends with. People seem struck by the fact that we're all still friends after almost 15 years (20+ with Colin and Mike). Is that such a strange thing?
Last night, Irene made a comment that she felt stupid sitting in a room with all of us. It made me feel strangely grateful: I've got some freaking smart good friends that I've known for over a decade each. How many people can say that? Now there are weddings and celebrations to share. Soon enough baby pictures will be exchanged.
So there were we last night, an intimate gathering of 8 friends all now merrily walking down their respective paths of life. A mixture of some new, and some not so new. Talking about this that and the other.
I'm not really sure where this blog was going or what I'm trying to say here.
Recent tradition mandates that we all gather at Robby's parent's house at least once and cook various dead animal products. Javier said he might "stop by later", but we weren't holding out breath (I'd be willing to bet any sum of money that they didn't even leave their apartment yesterday! I mean games of Catholic Bingo can be tiring).
I had talked to a couple other people over the course of the weekend about the wedding and life, and each time it casually came out that I had known the groom since high school and we were still good friends. Then the conversation would turn to the others who I'm also still friends with. People seem struck by the fact that we're all still friends after almost 15 years (20+ with Colin and Mike). Is that such a strange thing?
Last night, Irene made a comment that she felt stupid sitting in a room with all of us. It made me feel strangely grateful: I've got some freaking smart good friends that I've known for over a decade each. How many people can say that? Now there are weddings and celebrations to share. Soon enough baby pictures will be exchanged.
So there were we last night, an intimate gathering of 8 friends all now merrily walking down their respective paths of life. A mixture of some new, and some not so new. Talking about this that and the other.
I'm not really sure where this blog was going or what I'm trying to say here.