Well, I am officially wiped out! This weekend was the wedding of two of my college friends/fraternity brothers and I stayed up hours past my bedtime.
Wait, did you all know I am in a fraternity (brotherhood is for life!)? Well, I am a proud brother of
Yup, I am basically a giant flippin’ nerd. Anywhoodle, although we were a nerd club, we also had a very social fraternity and I had some good friends and good times with it my last 2 years of college. I was so stoked to see a few of my favorite brothers (although, not my little who is off at USAF basic) and watch my friends get married. Bif and Tater (real names not used to protect the guilty) are one of those couples that just belong together.
Here’s the thing, though. You can’t go back. I miss being in college every day because it was such a relatively carefree time in my life and I had so little responsibility. I loved my TA job and I really didn’t need to spend a lot of time on school. The thing is, as much as I miss college, that’s just not who I am anymore. A lot of my old friends (not the people I saw this weekend) really ride my last nerve because they still haven’t grown up. Or, they refuse to acknowledge that I’ve grown up. Yes, I understand that some of you met me when I was a 15 year old freshman in college, but I’m now a 25 year old PhD student and I’ve been married for almost 4 years. Please don’t treat me like I’m still a teenager that you can boss around and condescend to.
I get a big jumble of mixed up feelings every time I visit my parents because I grew up in the town my college is in. They still live near campus. I actually did my Saturday 2 miler from their house through the campus, which looks nothing like I remember. Have I mentioned Western PA is a giant hill? I though my calves were going to explode, but it was sort of strange to be running around town. When I was in college, I assured people I didn’t run unless chased, which is obviously not true anymore (although, I do see endurance running as a good way of making sure I survive the zombie apocalypse). I’m well aware that most people I used to know would probably laugh at the idea of me doing half marathons. Hell, me of 2 years ago would probably laugh at the idea.
I really want to post pictures from this weekend, but I don’t feel comfortable posting pictures of other people who don’t even know about my blog. What’s your take on it? Do you ask before you post someone’s picture? The wedding was beautiful and they looked ecstatic. I loved seeing everyone, I just wish I’d fit in some sleep somewhere.
This post is all a jumble because I’m exhausted, but I feel obligated to update at least every 2 days. How do you all find the time to update once or multiple times a day? How was your weekend? Do weddings make anyone else all shmoopy and sentimental? I always love my husband a tiny bit more when we go to a wedding.
And no, we didn’t smash cake in each other’s faces. I assured him that if he smeared my make-up, I’d break his fingers.