After basically stalking all 3 of us for months (so annoying, get a life amirite?!) one of my greatest friends was finally able to nail down a date that would work for 4 of us girls to all get together. After numerous texts from her asking when I could hang out if she came to Portland from Seattle and my replies being basically "Whenever! I'm here most of the summer!", I felt real bad when I got an official invite to this girls' night. She sent an actual invitation to us all and I quickly added-up the fact that she didn't just want to hang- she needed to propose to us. Shoot. Had I figured this out sooner, I'm sure I would have said "I am here this date and this date and this date" just to make it a little easier on her. I mean, I hosted a brunch for my girlfriends to ask them to be my bridesmaids and it was no easy task. Sorry Tracy for my vagueness!
But neither here nor there, it all worked out and two Saturdays ago I was marching over to my girlfriend's house to hang with the "OG crew" (as the invite stated) aka the four of us who have been kicking it since middle school.
^The outfit deets for the night before leaving my pad. For a weird reason, I took like 400 million mirror shots this night. I think it largely had to do with the fact that my favorite camera lens was in the shop a month and I just had got it back. Either way... [hangs head in shame]
^Arrived to this cute lil' table of goodies.
^And this spectacular little spread.
^I begged them to take a few staged pics of us and they only eye-rolled for a second.
And then, it got pretty fun:
^I mean, duh! Yes, yes- a thousand times yes!
^And 3 bridesmaids were born. While 4 "immature fools when together" remained steady.
^We took a second to toast both of these recently-engaged gals.
^And then headed out to the city for a late-night cocktail.
^Now, I haven't read 50 Shades of Grey but apparently it takes place at The Heathman Hotel in Portland which is where we were. So you can order these "50 Shades" cocktails & they come with mini-handcuffs attached ... maybe I should just read the dang thing to know what any of that means.
^And then it was more bathroom photoshoots like I just had a lobotomy before calling it a night and heading off to our different parts of the city to go to bed.
But I'm super-pumped to stand by Tracy as she weds her man. She is kinda quieter and very poised around new people - which I admire a ton- but the best layer of her is the one that I know. It's where she's confident, vibrant, hilarious and gives girl advice like no other. The kinda gal that shows up on your porch and says 'get dressed, we're going out' because you just got dumped. And I know that because she has done it to me multiple times in the many, many years we've been kickin' it. That sounds like I was always getting dumped. Oh well, if the perk to that was opening my door to a smiley Tracy- it was well worth it in the end. The boys became forgettable, the friendship remains infalliable.
Cheers to that.