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Tuesday, June 2, 2009

Wedded Bliss

I’ve always leaned more toward eloping somewhere fabulous, but this wedding swayed me a little. My friend was so beautiful and radiant—and the ceremony so sincere and the guests so full of joy for my friends’ new life together—that I might have cried a little in the car. In a good way.

The reception was amazing, too—we all downed too much champagne and danced and sang crappy Journey songs late into the night. My feet were swollen for days, but it was worth it. (I also vaguely remember doing the Electric Slide. Apparently champagne makes me a stellar dancer. Sorry about your toes, Thara!)

And now I’m back from a week in sleepy Southern Illinois, and then in two weeks, Europe, with my best friend.

In case you’re wondering about the love front—going well. We talked for hours a day while I was in Illinois, and he picked me at the airport yesterday. And when I saw him my heart jumped. I was smiling before I got off the plane.

He appreciates my intelligence, and sees the best me—and I think when he sees the me who’s not so pretty, who throws her law book at the wall when she’s frustrated, or cries over a dumb commercial on TV, who fights with her mom and isn’t always as nice as she could be—he won’t mind.

I recently got an e-mail from a reader telling me to “chill” with the dating, which really made me think—maybe I shouldn’t jump into things, shouldn’t be going forward with such pell-mell abandon. On one hand, that’s good advice. And I appreciate advice.

On the other hand, I’m tired of being cautious—I’ve always had the good grades, good schools, nice manners, nice friends, suitable boyfriends who left me chilled. I never take chances; everything is calculated. And if I meet someone exciting, who makes me more spontaneous, who makes me joyful—then I’m going to go for it. I don’t want to live a muted brown life—I want to be fuchsia.

After months of feeling crushed and trapped by law school, it’s nice to emerge into the summer light, holding hands in the sun with a handsome boy who thinks you’re beautiful (and who fills the fridge with your favorite foods before you get home).





Most of my wedding pics have my friends in them, and since they don't know I have a blog and I would feel obligated to ask for permission to post their pics, you just get me. ;)

5 comments:

Ally said...

You look gorgeous - I've missed your smiling face!

On the chilling out, yeah, she's right, but so are you. It usually never ends well when you jump into stuff, but really, what do you have to lose? Just don't get a joint checking acct or get knocked up and you'll be fine ;)

Rachael said...

Love the dress... but it's a bit hard to make out the details. Could you pretty please make your pics bigger, if possible? I'm not a perv, or anything, hehe.

Sheila said...

Oh, screw being safe and chilling out. Seriously. Life is too short to be "safe" - if you don't take chances and risks in love, you may end up regretting it. If the man's right, wonderful. If not, you cry a little (or a lot, but not for too long), you learn, you move on. There are plenty of men, and you are a gem of a woman.

There, rant over. :)

So wonderful to see you again! You look lovely in this dress.

Erica said...

Ally--Thanks!! Haha, no plans for getting knocked up or joint checking. So far.

Rachael--I think if you click on the pic it should link to a larger image! I'll check and try to post a larger file next time.

Sheila--Thanks!For both the compliment and your viewpoint on life. I generally follow your attitude, but my friends and family don't so much adhere to it.

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