You'd think by the end of a 3 weddings in 3 weeks marathon, I'd be tired of this stuff, but instead, I just get more and more pumped as my friends celebrate their awesome love.
After a week of straight studying, I took a weekend flight to San Diego for the wedding of my oldest friend Eileen. I've known her since I was five years old and she's lived 3 houses up the street from me for my whole childhood. Having known this girl as a 10-year-old, I can tell you, she's had this day planned for a while.
Her guy is named Cole, who I had the chance to meet this summer while I was in San Diego. Upstanding young gentleman if I can say so myself, and his personality is perfect for Eileen (she likes to be in charge, but likes a guy who'll stand up for himself).
After a minor detour, my parents and I arrived at Eileen's wedding which was super colorful and located on a military base in Coronado (which is on the San Diego Bay). The reception was super great and I ran into an old friend that I hadn't seen since high school (two, actually). I unfortunately had class on Monday morning, so after the dinner, the first dance and the speeches, I had to cut out of the reception, board a plane, and take a red-eye flight back to DC, where I arrived just in time for 9:00am class.