extra pickles



other vices: busch light, dance floors

alright alright let’s start 2012 by trying to knock out the last four months of 2011 (good luck, right?).

adam and soni got married on august 27!  gorgeous outdoor setting at a vineyard in sebastopol (which meant i had an excuse to spend a good chunk of time at home the week before), and an equally impressive rehearsal dinner venue the night prior.  we stayed in a big woodsy house for the weekend, complete with what the owner called a “fairy ring” (a fire pit).  i don’t think all of us from willard had been back together since college.  (willard is where i lived freshman year.  ties run deep—randomly ran into a floormate just last night who i don’t think i ever even talked to, but we effortlessly carried on about our 10-year-old social overlap within the dorm.)

and not that i’m counting, but it marked the fourth wedding i’ve been in.  because, you know, i’m such a good friend.  (when is everyone in new york gonna realize that?)

they live in the bay area now, adam and soni.  the bay is great and they’re happy there certainly, but i miss them!  it was so nice having adam on the east coast since college and in particular having him in new york when i moved here.  i haven’t been to grimaldi’s since they left.

i’ve never considered myself to be someone who is really really on the hunt to be in a relationship.  my answer to that okcupid question about “what do you think about falling in love?” (you know the one) is the “i just let it happen” choice, not the “i want it very much to happen” option.  that’s true.  there’s something about winter and my so-so peripheral social situation, though, that has me longing a bit more than my historical norm for companionship with a side of intimacy.

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