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first bridal party gathering

18 July 2009

I was recently asked to be a bridesmaid for one of my closest friends, whom I’ve known since high school. My first post-college non-family wedding to not only attend but also be a part of. Last night, the bridal party had an informal get to know each other / engagement dinner for Susan and aside from having a lovely time, there was this particular moment that stuck out.

We were in the dining room eating the amazing dinner that Jackie had put together for us. Full course meal with salad, pasta, meatballs and garlic bread. Candles and fine silverware on the table. Two bottles of wine. One of the maids of honor suddenly commented how getting married made you like an “official adult.” Then the other maid of honor added that the wine was actually freaking her out because it was so grown up. And then we all kind of erupted into this “holy crap we’re adults” now but don’t really feel like we are conversation. But it was just really.. nice? Often times I see or hear about other people my age who seem so much older than me. Like they’ve just gotten to this place of marriage, kids and adulthood that I am nowhere near yet. And truth be told, I’m not ready to be anyway. But it felt nice to be around other people who feel the same way I do. Adults who don’t really feel like they’re adults yet. Then other topics came up like work, commuting, and being in bed by 11pm like old ladies.

It was just one of those moments where it hits you and you can’t help but wonder how and when you went from a teenager to where you are now.

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