Pretty In Pink

I’ve had to tell a lot of friends who weren’t there about the wedding, and about what a mind eff it was in general. As I’ve said before, stuff like this tends to weird me out. So… the past few days have been kind of emotionally draining.

It wasn’t until Liz got here that I realized how much I actually have changed. She literally walked right by me at the airport… and then on the ride home she kept talking about how different I looked. I’ve known her since I was nine, so it was weird to hear it from her.

We pretty much went straight from the airport to Ice & Fuel, because the frat boys are insane and wanted to get drunk even though they had to get up at 6. Ice & Fuel is always a high school reunion of some sorts, and when I got there, a couple boys from my class that I hadn’t seen in forever gaped at me… I ran over to my other friends, but Liz said they kept staring and talking about how different I looked, too.

I don’t know how to take compliments like that… like, was I really THAT butt ugly back in the day? Thank you. I’m touched. Honest.

But it was kind of a Victorious 80’s Movie Moment, I suppose.

More importantly, I think after talking to Liz I realized how different I FELT… and just how different I AM. I even feel completely different than I did 2 months ago… thank god. We sat on my porch and had a long talk about the past and the skeletons in our closets and how they have changed us for the better. And then we hugged and cried because she’s my Pomplemousse and she was leaving in the morning.

But I will see her in at least a year cuz I’m her Maid of Honor!!!

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