Tay here. This past weekend, the Blevins and I ventured to the magnificent state of North Carolina. The road trip was comprised of me inventing a comic book character based upon Ash and her assets, Nate dancing to Rihanna approximately 1,489,729,834 times and all of us eating enough french fries to last us a lifetime. We made the journey for our friend, Juddson’s nuptials and stayed with our dear friend, Mary Dodd, who lives in Charlotte.
The trip only lasted three days, but everything that occurred exceeded our expectations. It was filled with moments that even in the moment, I couldn’t believe I was enjoying myself so much. Even simple outings like finding a restaurant or driving in a car together was a mini adventure. I know the word adventure is beginning to get a bad wrap like the word quirky or unique, but seriously the whole weekend was a magical adventure. We saw a shooting star for goodness’ sake. How often does that really happen? We went to a house party. Now, I need to fully explain this. The house party was just like the parties in movies that none of us were previously never invited to. In Zach Shea’s words, “so it was a Jimmy Eat World music video?” We drank straight gin. There were all sorts of interesting characters roaming about. As usual, I lost myself in Michael Jackson songs and danced my little heart out. However, this time was one of the most intense dance floor moments of my life since the strobe lights caused me not to see a tall bearded gentleman until he was a few inches away from my face and I was so startled I screamed. I screamed in a stranger’s face.
The barn wedding was beautiful. I sound ridiculously cliche if I call it simple, rustic and elegant, but that is exactly what it was. I teared up during the ceremony because I am a crybaby and everything causes me to cry, but especially because I have known the groom and two of his groomsmen for nearly 10 years. I grew up with these guys. Most of the teenage memories I hold dearest involve one or all three of them. We have seen each other at our best and worst. For obvious reasons, weddings stir up sentimentality in me and all other humans with hearts. I live 1500 miles away from most of my friends, so to see most of us brought together to witness a sacred proclamation of love was a profoundly meaningful and perfect event.
It is such a strange feeling realizing you have entered adulthood. What does this even mean? Does the fact I live on my own, have a car, go to work everyday and can purchase booze really classify me as an adult? I caught myself looking at everyone and listening to what they are up to and flat out amazed at how much time has passed. How quickly time flies. How so much can change and yet stay exactly the same. I vividly remember, on numerous occasions, my father telling me not to wish my life away. I remember wanting nothing as badly as I wanted to be in my 20s and out of my parents’ house. I thought I was going to have everything figured out in my 20s. As each year passes, the realization that I know very little about anything becomes more and more evident. I have had to come to peace with this. I am actually excited by the idea of having endless opportunities, open options and a plethora of things to learn.
I may fully admit to being young and stupid at times, but I am also quite aware of what is most important in life. People. Hold the people you love and care about close and continually show them. Even if you are on a separate part of the globe, you can always give them a call or write them a quick letter. It could make all the difference in their life right now. Enjoy the simple silly times you share with them. Everything I have ever gathered from school, church, books, movies and life leads me to this: connecting to others is what truly matters.
And now a few priceless pictures from the trip.
Getting the party started. Laaaadddiiiieeeessss holla.
Dodd & I looking real excited to be together & the crepes we are about to devour.
Our brunch attire.
Me with the gorgeous newlyweds, Kerri & Juddson.
Two of my forever favorite guys, Andrew & Zachary.
Is there anything better than reliving high school/clown school by piling all your besties into a tiny car?
All of us after being as rowdy as possible in a Chili’s Bar & Grill. Yeah, we do love Chili’s! Get over it! REBELS!