It was a long weekend.
I’m tired, and freezing, and grumpy can’t think of anything to blog about today, but it’s Monday, which means I have to write a thing.
Yesterday, one of my best friends got married, and I was a bridesmaid. My cousin was the maid of honor. Another of our best friends — who is super bomb at baking desserts and decorating cakes — made the best wedding cake I’ve ever had in my life. (I ate so much cake that my stomach felt like it was going to rip open. Felt sick for a couple hours. Totally worth it tho.)
I teared up a little during the bride and groom’s first dance.
It was my first time being a bridesmaid, and I felt like I was in some special band of princesses. It was great. And stressful. But also great.
Now I’m back in my hometown, exhausted, and huddling in front of my space heater, which is set to 95 degrees.