I have a confession to make. I crashed a wedding last night for the free dinner. Did I know the bride? Well, we might have met, once. My roommate was invited to the wedding and I attended as her “date.” The bride is a sorority sister alum, so we do have mutual friends, a few of which were in attendance. I feel like this justified my presents. It was a beautiful wedding (and I normally don’t enjoy weddings), and even though I didn’t know very many people there, I had fun. The food was great, typical wedding type flavors.
As strange as it may seem, I think that this wedding will be one that I won’t quickly forget. Not having the money for groceries, or the desire to go buy a few with just short time before Thanksgiving break, was the drive behind both of us attending the wedding. These moments when we resent still being in college, when all that’s in the kitchen is ramen, well, these are the memories that you hang onto. These are the times that build character and ingenuity. These are the moments that feed you.
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