We got invited to the coolest wedding ever which was held yesterday at the little traffic circle about 8 houses from our house. I will credit the invitation all to Vince who is very good friends with the bride’s son, Sam. Vince got an invitation to be at rehearsal dinner and meet all the bride’s (Michigan) and groom’s (India) families. When we went to the wedding, all we had to say was, oh, we are Vince’s parents and they were like – oh we know Vince! And there it was. Kate, the bride, is the coolest mom on the block and if there was ever a neighborhood moms group I wish I was part of, her’s would be it. The moms of her group are hilarious, irreverent and coordinated baking a pink, sparkly penis cake for the bachelorette party. But alas, I’m not part of the group but I’m happy to have spent a lovely summer evening in the company of them.
As an aside, all fantastic parties should start at 4 pm and end at 10 pm and be 8 houses from our house. This allows both Jeremy and I to drink all the way to true tipsiness, but stop before getting sloshed and also also allows us to go to bed a Quaker midnight.
A second aside, no matter how fantastic a party experience I’m having, I always, always have to kind of leave the crowd for a moment to get a bit of alone time. So in one of my alone times, I found myself on the front porch with a lone package of elegant cigarettes and a lighter and an ashtray. I thought for a good 5 minutes about whether tonight would be the night to try my first cigarette. I even pulled one out of the package and held it aloft. (I found one in the packaged that was burned ever so slightly – I think one of the children might have tried it and hastily tucked it back into the package). But I did not. Another time. And then later the tattoo. These things should go in order and there is no need to rush anything.
This is Vince with Ivan – new haircut, a bow tie and the two boys have matching all blue Vans.