Laughter Around the House

Lately, I’ve had more free time than usual and you know what that means: shenanigans.

I have a hair-trigger sense of humor inherited from my mom. My dad’s jokes, sad to say, set the bar even lower. All in all, I’m not equipped with the greatest foundation for comedic judgment and I think that my brain has resorted to sorting things haphazardly into either of two categories, the hilarious or the unbearably stupid.

For example:
Kristen Bell, career Youtubers, Keegan Michael Key – hilarious.
Big Bang Theory, SNL, Minions – stupid.
You see?

     

My father and mother, represented in the most accurate way I can think of, which is Peanuts form

With some extra creative energy to spare, here are a handful of ways I have made myself laugh recently as well as other accidental things I have stumble across.

Love note to my sister Katie along with the Fedex package I sent her:

        

Reading old yearbook notes:

“Dearest Faith,
[etc. etc.] Thank you for all of the Calc help (aka cram sessions during Psych). It seems like every time you helped me out, you would correct yourself the day after…”

“Faith,
[etc.etc.] My greatest regret is not being able to trip you with my lanyard. Me and Nick wasted an obscene amount of time trying in class.”

Accidentally purchasing this tiny perfume on the right, thinking it would be ten times larger:

Other items of this size: eye drop bottle, chapstick, dandelion fuzz ball

Bonus clip of our Roomba vacuum cleaner turned mom-approved house pet, "Googoo", in action:

Well done, Googoo, very thorough

Credit for design resources: oddhearts@deviantart

Previously On...: A Compendium

Recently and delightfully, I've been able to stay current on my panel of shows, or certain favorites at least. As this Golden age of television marches on, I have curated a small list of shows that fall within my very specific and disparate tastes. Included among the ranks are:

The Good Wife:
Having been a loyal follower since Season 3, I am satisfied that it is now Season 7 and the writing is still so quality. The episode titles follow a palindrome pattern – one-word titles in Season 1, two in S2,... up to four in S4. Then S5 titles go back to three words, and if you do the math, we’re now at one-word titles in S7. Will there be a Season 8? Nobody knows.

                                                             The Good Wife in One word: JuliannaMargulies
                                                                                             Two words: Legal drama
                                                                                            Four words: Not cheesy  Not easy

Limitless:

I stumbled upon this flipping through hotel tv channels one night, and my power of intuition told me within minutes that I liked it. It’s a new show and a little rough around the “snappy” dialogue edges but right up my alley for brilliant, above-the-norm main characters. What can I say, there was a hole where White Collar used to be.

Better Off Ted:

A Netflix show that ended a few years ago, the super dry humor is amazing and everyone I recommend this to love it. I like Portia de Rossi who plays the corporate shark archetype Veronica, who is laser focused on the bottom line though is occasionally forced to contend with unfamiliar concepts like empathy or humility. So close, Veronica, yet so far.

Scandal:

I still haven't decided whether Scandal is artistic and culturally progressive or if it’s so dramatic it’s trashy. I just like that they talk fast and I hate that I never get to watch it live while all the actors are live tweeting.


Other good shows if you’re looking for ideas:
Madam Secretary – if you like capable characters and strong female leads
Sherlock – if you are a human being; next season airs at the beginning of next year, finally!
Mindy Project – if you like hilariously confident female main characters
Lie to Me – if you have Netflix and like procedurals as much as I do. I seriously have the longest list of both good and moderately acceptable procedurals (Standoff, Psych, Numbers, House, Scorpion, CSI Cyber).

Shows I’m looking forward to:
Heartbeat – with the actress Melissa George (who played guest characters on several shows on this list) starring as, yes, the grand synchronization of a female lead in a procedural dramedy
Younger – season two of an unusual plotline, starring the naturally talented Sutton Foster

I kind of want to say that I need something else going on in my life, but wouldn't that get too real.

A Motivating Factor

Even when things get busy, I usually manage to fit one or two episodes of TV watching on the weekends. You always make time for the things you like to do, and I definitely like to stack up the pillows on my bed on a weekend, turn the bedside lamp on, and settle in for a good story about my character peeps solving their world-changing problems time after time. So when it's 10:30pm on a Tuesday and I'm still at work, the version of myself in TV-watching position is what I imagine when I envision the light at the end of the tunnel.

Though TV is typically an evening activity, what happened near the end of a recent trip was that I got too tired and unmotivated for exercise in the morning so decided that as an incentive, I'd put on an episode of some good show whenever I went to the gym.

(Side note: I've always wondered how people can watch the news while exercising. It sounds like a double whammy situation. As my Econ professor would say, just stick with the single whammy. I recall recording this joke on the margin of my Econ notes in college. Yes, good times.)

I ended up playing Scandal while "speed walking" on an inclined treadmill every morning the final week of that project, which, though is concessionary and barely exercise, still made my days better. I'm convinced. At any rate, it took two and half mornings of gym time to watch through a single episode of drama, not to mention it got awkwardly tricky when certain scenes came up. All in all, it was a fairly unsatisfying viewing experience, but was surprisingly effective at getting me out of bed.

Tricks of the trade for ya, although I don't recommend sharing with your Soulcycling coworkers the fact that sauntering in front of your laptop-turned-TV is your new favorite way to work out. You just won't win.

One Food Item Only

Question #14 on the 50 Facts About Me tag asks If you had to eat one food for the rest of your life, what would it be?

Given that I eat this particular thing once or twice a day already (unless I run out of it), I am super inspired to answer this question – it's the delicious, nutritious Greek Yogurt with Berries.

Here, let me show you:

Components:

  Huge dollop of Greek yogurt, plain or honey

  Blackberries

  Raspberries

  Blueberries

  Roasted Pecans


Triumvirate of Food Objectives Achieved:

  Protein

  Fruit

  Sweetness


If you're using plain yogurt, you can add a spoonful of raspberry preserves or lemon curd.

    or    

For interesting texture and to join the superfood bandwagon, add the miraculous chia seeds. (DL on chia seeds: Add water, wait, stir. Gelatinous and a little earthy-tasting. Loads of fiber and other things.)

A quick Google search has revealed to me that there are no set questions to the Facts About Me tag. The tag is just 50 facts that you share about yourself, so actually there is no defined question 14. But anyway, I shared that one fact and now you know.

Was That Really Intermediate Level? - Charlotte, NC

I have a handful of bruises to show for last weekend's adventure. Under no circumstances will I take pictures of them, though I strangely always want to take pictures of bruises and tan lines.

Charlotte is quite nice. Someone made a good point that since the U.S. is only a couple hundred years old, there's only so much culture that has developed in each city, especially compared to places like Berlin or Beijing.

However, I can be easily entertained, so several good meals and a few points of interest make for a solid weekend excursion, which is exactly what happened.

The Great Outdoors Created by People
Unanimous opinion across travelers' guides agree that one certain wilderness park is the best location for fun in Charlotte. Essentially, the park built a man-made whitewater course and strung a series of "ropes" courses high up in the trees within this medium-sized outdoors area. My travel companion and I spent most of Saturday running around inside it, and while I'm still a little confused why this national park, which shouts "mountains" to me, was built in the middle of North Carolina, which shouts "beach", I fully concur with the experts on the quality of entertainment. It was super fun.

We did rafting and a lot of ropes courses, the latter of which constitutes of myself in a harness connected to a steel guide wire above me. I inch across taut wires, ropes or wooden plats hung at foot level between trees and poles, and the goal is to get from tree to tree through segments of varying balance-difficulty. I'm pretty sure all of my bruises were from this one course where wooden beams hung vertically from a wire above. The 2-by-2's are installed with grips you see on rock walls, so like a precarious monkey, you climb from beam to beam going sideways until you reach the tree at the end. That was Intermediate difficulty. Like, what.

But also, we ziplined, and I think that was a fair reward.

U.S. National Whitewater Center

Food, Food, Food

      

     

Smelly Cat Coffee Shop; BBQ and fried corn; Cookie Butter Latte; The Crispy Crepe brunch

Chilling on Sunday
We looked on Groupon for activities, of which they had plenty... on every day but Sunday. Since most things were closed, we wandered around different neighborhoods, stopping by a Latin American street festival uptown for example.

Despite the fact that Charlotte felt a little small, I was impressed by the remarkable variety of unique skyscraper designs within the central district, which added a certain quirk and interest to the city. This is synecdochic of my takeaway impression generally: that Charlotte seems to be a scaled-down city done well.

    

Uptown; Transit system

“There is No Typical Week In My Life”

I have a proposition for myself, and it is that I will buy and enjoy one fruit tart pastry each and every week that I am on a travel project. There are no conditions and no quid pro quo. I'm not even obligated to have a fruit tart if I didn’t want one that week, although I’m not sure what unusual event would cause that circumstance to arise.

Side note, speaking of quid pro quo and other words or phrases that one might look up, I recently watched an episode of the Good Wife and had to pause it twice to look up new words until I gave up and went on inferring definitions. Side-side note: I am so delighted by the commencement of TV season again.

As I was saying, this is paradigmatic of a personal tradition, a bakery-sourced tartlet on a weekly consumption cycle. Quite frankly forming such a habit is otherwise meaningless but for the theoretical relief that there’s one less decision you have to consciously make during the week (and one more certainty you can bank on).

To give you a snapshot of my current weekly traditions and activities, here’s the set-up. Mindy Kaling’s most recent book has a chapter one chapter outlining her day-to-day activities by the hour. A highly engaging, fly-on-the-wall read. This series illustrates what a recent week looked like for me, as I break into my new rhythm.

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"There is No Typical Week In My Life" - Monday

Monday

Morning 4:15am: I wake up way before sunrise to fly out to work. Sometimes, my mom has prepared something for me like a fruit salad. It’s very cozy when I get to carry away something homemade - the very real perks of living with my family. By the way, ‘living with family’ seems to sound better than ‘living with parents’.

5:30am: The Uber that takes me to the airport has a leather dashboard that gently gleams against the still-black morning. I'm not quite ready to wind up for the day, so I take it easy and interchangeably think quietly or read the New York Times daily briefing on my phone. (Interesting fact: the New York Times features most consistently among the papers that the "most successful" people read regularly. I did a background check on the NYT before subscribing.)

6:20am: I’m in the back of a long line through TSA, trying to deep-breathe away the bubbling freak-out over being late for my flight. I get through with time to spare as always, because the line moves faster than what I fear. Sometimes however, my belated boarding sticks me with subprime real estate in the overhead bins for my luggage.

9:30am: I get breakfast in the office this morning and also every other morning, which is a healthy habit I'm happy about. Fruit, greek yogurt with granola, oatmeal, Naked juice, or potentially a granola bar - something from that list. I’ve been known to grab a cheeky fruit tart while I’m at the bakery to save for later and there was that one time I bought kombucha tea, only to take a sip and put it away because it tastes like alcohol (it’s non-alcoholic, but fermented, and the classification may or may not be a fuzzy subject).

Evening circa 7:30pm: At some point in the evening, I leave the office and go back to my hotel room. I’m usually hungry, but it’s Monday so it’s also a relief/chore mixture to have to unpack. I also want to respond to any personal texts or emails I hadn’t seen from the day. There’s a bit of triage going on here where I have to order Postmate or Seamless food first because it takes time to arrive. But I had texted a couple people on my ride to the hotel, so I’m in conversation with one of them now. And this reminds me that I should message someone to move a hangout from tomorrow to Wednesday, so I better text them before I forget.

8:30pm: I stalk my Postmate via his moving icon on the map until my food finally comes. The food is never what I expect but I’m hungry so it’s fine. It’s always my own fault to order from an app where I can’t see any pictures and furthermore to order from a different restaurant each time because I like to try new things. The food is still fairly good and I can't complain.

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"There is No Typical Week In My Life" - Tuesday

Tuesday

Evening circa 8:30pm: When I’m back in the hotel after work, I pick a hobby and loosely commit myself to work on it at least one night during the week, which will be tonight. This particular week, I work on my expenses which is slightly more complicated as of late, so I have a good time constructing an airtight process for keeping track of different credit cards, bank accounts, and expense sheets. I’m not being sarcastic right now - I legitimately enjoy doing my finances, even more so when it requires some creativity to design a streamlined process. Other hobby options include writing blogposts (good luck going to bed on time those weeks), reading books, and reading product reviews on something or other. I also film video diaries occasionally, and I may eventually add a learning-oriented activity, like reading economics papers or crash course guides on topics like European imperialism (aspirations). All these hobbies get cycled through, one hobby per week, unless of course I have no free time after work.

10pm: I wind down for sleep by watching a few newly posted videos from among my Youtube subscriptions, perhaps a selection from my Watch Later list. Maybe it’s a vlog, a comedy sketch, or a video on pancake art. It’s best to start off with something I want to devote more attention to and transition to background chatter. If I flip-flop the order, I would end up becoming more awake from a highly entertaining video, and may keep watching until an unacceptable hour.

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"There is No Typical Week In My Life" - Wednesday

Wednesday

Morning 6:15am: My first alarm goes off. I set it early so I have plenty of time to exercise and get ready for work. However, as is typical, I roll out of bed at 6:45 or even 7 after a long chain of 5-minute-interval alarms. I gear up, brush my teeth, and go downstairs to work out. When I’m on the treadmill, I feel like I’m suffering, but I know I’ll feel better during the day if I reach my bare minimum goal. Then I do some non-treadmill stuff which I enjoy much more and I am back upstairs and showering within 40 minutes. I play a handful of Youtube videos as I get ready, much like morning radio, often including a daily episode of Good Mythical Morning which I find clever-funny.

Evening circa 7:30pm: I’m meeting friends who now live in the area, so I drop my laptop at the hotel and coordinate where to meet. We have dinner, where I consider ordering salad and decide that for whatever reason, the fact that it’s later in the week means I don’t have to eat as healthy. We hang out and it’s a fun way to spend the evening, getting the vibe of the city. Then I return to the hotel, which fun fact, I sometimes refer to as “home” for short.

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"There is No Typical Week In My Life" - Thursday

Thursday

Morning 8:15am: I’ve finished getting ready this morning and need to pack to check out. I always leave myself less time than I need, but it’s really very efficient how quickly I can stuff everything into various bags and corners of my suitcase. My shampoo bar goes back into its case – it’s the Rose Jam bar from Lush, whose nice smell pervasively fills all my hotel bathrooms and which I now positively associate with traveling for work. My adorably small travel razor also goes in my bag and I wonder if there’s anything I can do to prevent it from rusting so much quicker than my normal razor at home. My liquids go in a bag and I make a mental note to refill certain things, hoping that I won’t leave myself high and literally dry next week by forgetting. This week, I also learn that hotels will store bags for returning customers, so instead of double-overstuffing my bag, I separate out a few things to leave with front desk such as running shoes. Then I rush to work like a composed but crazy person.

Afternoon 5:30pm: I’m on the plane headed for my real home and I send a quick email before lift-off which makes me feel slightly like I’m in a movie about a businesswoman. Then I’m almost instantly knocked-out, because though my neck gets uncomfortable, I find it very easy to sleep on planes fortunately.

Evening 8pm: I’m back home in my comfy room with a bunch of boxes containing various online shopping orders that came in during the week. It doesn't make sense to pick things up at CVS if I can get it cheaper and easier on Amazon. Due to the fact that I'm away during the week anyway, I can simply forget about the order until return to I find it waiting for me, and thus the delayed gratification from shipping transit bothers me not at all. In the weekend ahead, I know it helps me feel good and get errands done if I take a gym class Saturday morning and play rule-free racquetball Sunday morning. Otherwise, weekends follow no pattern as long as I’m locked and loaded by Monday morning to start another week all over again, fruit tart and all. That's full circle, check.

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Escapes the Public Commute

At long last, I am finally on the road again after a solid month of local staffing. Given that I knew I wouldn’t be a Metro (subway) regular for the long haul, I was somewhat amused by the here and there escapades on the Metro system, including long delays and missed stops. I carried the same attitude that you might if you enjoy your job and affectionately refer to it as the daily grind. If it were a true daily grind, you would be decidedly less lighthearted about the whole situation, and if I were truly to commute an hour by crowded public transit five days a week for years, that would be the very definition of tedious (though it’s also the definition of normal life for thousands of Americans, which is probably part of the problem to be honest, those limited seats).

On a recent trip, I was on the subway ride for 1.5 hours bringing my morning trip dangerously close to the afternoon. Aside from spending a lot of time going not very far (just like taking a plane from Philadelphia to New York), the big kicker is that there’s no connection underground. You end up texting someone that you’ll need to postpone a meeting, and they don't receive the text until 20 minutes after the slated meeting time when you finally emerge from the station. Whilst underground, you’re also in the dark on the internet-surfing, news-reading front and you begin to consider outdated propositions, like bringing a physical book to your daily commute.

I’d like to suggest a Netflix service for the public library – and I am referring to the (outdated) physical mailing version. Any way you cut it, it’s a bullet dodged that I’m traveling again.

Patient Zero (First Return) - Charlottesville, VA

Last week, I visited Charlottesville.
          Felt like a stranger
          Moonlit coffee-drinking, lunch-eating social life
          Strongly aim to visit again within the semester
          Still haven't written College Retrospective journal entry,
                    3 months post walking the Lawn

Things I acquired over four years in Charlottesville:
            Affectedness in the Southern accent direction
            Sense of normalcy over driving to the last drop of gas to reach the cheapest gas station
            The living aphorism that pedestrians are always right and that bicycling is torture
            A rather temporary sense of autonomy (depressing)

Mostly Beloved Uber

Did you know that Uber records passenger ratings? 45% of my Uber life has been spent oblivious to this fact. I just feel that every Did You Know should be followed by a statistic, and now you’re a little more conditioned to expect it too.

I think I learned about this Uber feature from a coworker. On a side note, we’re all Uber fanatics here (and there’s nothing not to love about low rates, automatic payments, no tipping dilemmas, automatic payments again, and credit card points). Apparently it’s very easy to find out your passenger score; I know from personal experience! You send a quick email, and voila, 4.6 stars. Is that a good score? Is it bad? It’s very enigmatic, because you don’t know which rides dinged you and which dimension of being a passenger you’re naturally good at.

I’m serious; so the score factors whether you keep your driver waiting on the curb, whether or not you’re overly unpleasant, and several other things. You get matched with drivers who have similar ratings to your own – at least that’s the rumor. So with the power of this knowledge, you may begin to develop a fear that if you’re not chatty enough with your driver, you’ll end up in a swervy, lost, and God-forbid non-black car in the future as a consequence.

The added pressure notwithstanding, I have genuinely loved chatting with Uber drivers, a great proportion of which have been friendly, phenomenally lighthearted, and well-paced conversationalists. I have sneakily gotten their insight into the Uber system more than once and their stances run the gamut from happily and altruistically wanting to take new friends to their destinations, to suppressed anger regarding the low compensation and the overhaul effects on the taxi industry. I’m now a bit wiser to avoid engaging taxi-by-day Uber-by-night drivers on the concepts of marketplace and regulation.

One personally resounding addendum to driver-passenger chats is that car rides have positive effects on conversation-making in general. I'm inclined to surmise that superb quality occurs more often than in other environments, be the reason reduced expectations or lack of alternatives. Try this on/with your acquaintances!

Given the unique service that this app has provided, what a surprise to remember that Uber is not ubiquitous, as we stood next to our broken down car in the middle of Pennsylvania.

This, my friends, was a comprehensive overview of my Uber experience to date.

Zen Mode

There’s a state of mind that I call Zen Mode. It’s a switch you turn on in your brain. It’s helpful to visualize intentionality when you want to deliberately change the way you think, so that you can do things like switch into honesty mode and effortlessly become the honest person you wish to see (in yourself). So Zen Mode turns on when I’m traveling and it means that long waits, changes in plans, cutting it close, and ignorantly missed shortcuts roll off like it doesn’t bother me.

No really, I can turn Zen Mode on. No, you have to believe me.

New York Raises You to the Occasion - New York City, NY

When in New York, make like a New Yorker. In the few days that I have been here, I have already started walking faster and double-pressing “Door Close” elevator buttons more vigorously. A friend and now-native New Yorker calls them comfort buttons, anything that doesn’t actually send signals to the elevator or crosswalk, but makes the person feel more relieved and action-achieved by pressing it. I have no doubt I'll be recycling this term and will probably even accept originality credit occasionally.

The city really does seem tireless. I’ve been to New York before, but the sensory overload of Times Square still seems to augment the sparkliness of everything, albeit between weaving through sweaty tourists and over nasty puddles. It was so exciting to recognize locations from TV and movies when you least expected it, like passing by the Times Square bleachers from Spider-Man and a random park from White Collar (love). There's a lot of good stimulation here, if I can deflect the fear of missing out. We had some delicious food, which I am now obliged to show you, darn. And with some last minute finagling, we also caught an Off Broadway musical, a production that didn’t disprove the point that things are bigger and better in NYC. People do say that, don't they.

Friday Evening Me Time

Travel is entertaining but raises awareness to the plight that Friday evenings are a prime time to feel an affinity for something to do and people to be around, occurring most reliably when you momentarily have neither. This phenomenon occurred in college as well and after some deliberation, I partially attribute this to the adrenaline drop after a long week. It's limbo, the lag of expectations catching up to reality... not denying there’s also something there about knowing other people are out who will always stay out later than you.

I do love unwinding when I settle in, so there is only a key period to overcome while making the transition from people mode to me-time. Staying entertained helps. Of course, there's also this secondary issue of whether I ever want to leave chill-out-mode once I'm there, even to sleep or to rejoin productive society when it calls. I say this facetiously because the long-run optimization is yes I should, but sometimes, you have moments where you wonder, isn’t it rational to think on the margin?

Alas, that's all a bit of sophistry, so back to work it is.

A Very Empty Plane

This is not a drill, a recent flight from DC to New York looked like this for the duration of the flight - the back of the plane was empty. I haven't seen this often, having a flight with only about 15 people on board. A major upside was that most people got their own row, almost as if we were on a private jet - so this is me not complaining.

Black Dresses and Lots of Salmon: Family Vacation

Something that bothers my sisters about me is when I care about being classy. Maybe I can generalize that I’ve always liked nice things, as you’d assume everyone does, though my middle sister in particular seems to be the exception that proves the rule. I remember in third grade when we had a creative writing project, with a prompt to stretch the imagination. I described at length the “Ultimate Luxury Liner” which had a bowling alley extending the length of the ship on a lower level and a similarly expansive swimming pool up top. The bowling alley would certainly need to be near the bottom so that people who constantly drop balls wouldn’t rattle too many levels below them. Never mind that bowling balls would definitely end up in the gutter on any ship.

(I wish I had a picture of the essay, but it's long gone and on second thought, my handwriting was embarrassingly atrocious.)

Of course at that age, I had no concept of the real size of ships nor any concept whatsoever of why people would build large ships for entertainment. Now, some dozen years later, I am fortunate to have a stronger grasp of these sailing hotels from personal experience. Because in fact, my mom has progressively phased out non-cruise family vacations in recent years, which is a way of saying that she has been vacationing more during our vacations.

     

Compared to other summer cruises, this one was less sweltering by far and delightfully more nature-centric. Mountains, I realize, are conspicuously refreshing and if air could be called organic, this would be it. We saw a few animals, like brown bears and bald eagles, though I usually preferred reading a book to whale spotting as I hear the latter is even less eventful than fishing. The weather in June was fit for hiking, so we hiked and ate berries off of bushes along the way - very rugged. I temporarily acquired the ritual of breathing deeply, not because of the altitude but because I wanted to store up on clean air. A cruise to Alaska is something one and done for me, because if I get the chance, there are so many other places in the world to enjoy, but this was definitely among the most relaxing trips I’ve ever taken.

Moving Home

My landlady in Charlottesville was generous enough to allow us two extra weeks past our lease conclusion so we could stay for my housemate Sarah's wedding. Once the wedding was over, I headed out the next morning, packing quickly and returning home permanently for the first time in four years.

Thankfully, sentiment didn't strike overwhelmingly on this landmark occasion and I was able to leave Charlottesville with a sense of peace and joy. We're not entirely sure how long it will take for the truth to strike me or whether it's the case that the slow transition out of Cville this past semester was sufficient closure.

My next project, which I have already begun, is organizing all of my belongings and treating my room here as my primary and only residence as opposed to secondary. What on earth am I going to do with my second toothbrush, double set of pillows, on and on...?

Weekend Wedding

My good friend and college housemate of two years got married this weekend and it was a beautiful, lovely wedding in Charlottesville. Cville has become a second hometown for all of us housemates, the others of whom I went with to the wedding, so I think it was the perfect location for the perfect wedding. I obsessively checked the weather the entire week prior to the wedding -- apparently everyone else was doing this too. Predictions had been fluctuating between rainstorm and drizzle, but the actual day turned out to be clear skies with a cool breeze. No waterworks to be seen but for our happy tears sitting in the pews of the University Chapel.

Some highlights included circle dancing in traditional Scottish wedding style and Sarah's pretty and tastefully sparkly veil. As Alumni reunion weekend was happening at UVA, my housemates and I had a fun time reuniting for the last time before splitting off for the summer and our respective full time jobs or job searching.

It's surreal to witness friends getting married. Let wedding season begin, both for the year and for this period of my life.