Boulder, Baby.

Sorry about the delay in this posting... unemployment is keeping me rather busy. Okay, I'm lying. I'm just lazy.

I spent the week following Sara's wedding out in Boulder, cat-sitting for the fine felines pictured at left. It was also a chance to hang out with the Rocky Mtn. contingent of the Smith family--including my brand new shiny cousin, Jack. He and his big sis, Ellie, are about the cutest little people ever. Uncle Chris took me on some death-defying trail runs, characterized by steep hills and not nearly enough oxygen. No mountain lions though, which is sort of too bad.

I had the chance to catch up with my good friend Dave (from Colby) and his wife, who I hadn't seen since their wedding a year earlier. I also spent some time people-watching on Pearl Street and some time prairie-dog watching on the trails near Sara's house. Both fascinating.

Perhaps the best thing to come of out this trip is a new footwear obsession... yeah, I got Crocs. They are butter-yellow and I'm wearing 'em right now. And, yes, I know this is some stupid hipster trend... yes, I know they are hideously ugly. I don't care.

Sara and Scott Tie the Knot

I know, I know, I really should stop the rhyming thing... but these are weddings... I believe cheesiness is mandatory.

So my dear Sara got married last Saturday. The wedding was fantastic. There are lots of pictures. (The thing about digital cameras is that people... ahem, Meg... have no reservations about picking up a stray camera and taking some snaps. This resulted in some real gems from the end of the evening which are hilarious, though admittedly probably only to a small contingent of us.)

Sag rolled into DC on Tuesday and wins an award for being the most mellow bride ever. Meg came in later in the week and it was a blast to be together again with these chicas. The whole wedding thing always leads to reflection on how the couple came to be and, by association, the various friendships present in their lives. So the week was really a trip down memory lane... reminding me how special these friendships are and how so much of who I am is based on having grown up with Sara and Meg as friends. Okay, enough with the sentimental stuff...

The wedding itself was at a hotel in Dupont Circle, site of Sara and Scott's first meeting. Adding a bit of comedy to the day was the fact that the annual DC Gay Pride parade was also taking place in the area. Fortunately, there wasn't much competition between the two... well, except that the self-professed "Dykes on Bikes" rolled past the hotel right around the time Sara and Scott were exchanging vows. Pretty funny. The reception was a tons of fun, with much dancing and drinking until the wee hours.

Sag and Scott are now sunning themselves in Costa Rica and I'm here in Boulder hanging out with Millie and Aspen (the cats), who are a laugh a minute. More on Boulder soon...

Amy and Rich Get Hitched

I returned home from Egypt to discover that my dear friend Amy had morphed into Martha Stewart (minus the felony conviction). Fortunately, I am fairly handy with a glue gun, so I went straight to work. We spent the pre-wedding days finishing up decorations for the ceremony site and for ourselves... Amy got her first ever pedicure (this is monumental, really!).

On Thursday, we bid farewell to Amy's single status with a tasteless bachelorette party. Friday was chock full of last minute details and a very nice rehearsal dinner... interrupted by some very nice firemen. No joke. Some kind of sprinkler malfunction caused serious flooding in the hotel and forced us to evacuate between the salad and main course. Pic above of Amy, Rich, and fire truck.

Friday started not-so-bright, but very early with 9am hair appointments. Up-done and caffeinated, we headed for the Hendry House. The clouds gave way to a blue sky and the perfect day for an outdoor wedding. The bride was beautiful, the groom handsome, and the ceremony was wonderful... and they threw a damn good party. Pic at left of Mom and me. And more pictures here.

It is still amazing to me to think of little Amy off and married. This is probably because I imagine us as perpetually 16 years old... dressed in grungy clothes and doing relatively illicit things. While that was just a phase, our friendship is not... and, Ames, I'm so happy to have you as a friend. I wish you all the happiness in the world.