One of my childhood girlfriends celebrated her wedding this weekend. She and her husband eloped in Hawaii and then had a reception here. They’ll have another reception in a couple months in Chicago, where they now live.
They asked if I’d help bake for the event. Amanda and I took the project by the horns and produced 150 homemade mini-cakes for the event. She went so far as to find Hawaiian-themed chocolate molds and make her own candy. (I’d be lying if I said I didn’t swoop in and steal a couple of those, leaving the cupcakes behind with a swipe of frosting missing. Classy gal, I know. Blame the open bar.)
Mine were either lemon or coconut and of the dozens provided, there were few left at the end of the afternoon. Mission accomplished. Even better was having the entire gang in town for the weekend. It has been so nice to have everyone together. Last night over pizza (and water — I do have some self-restraint), we pulled out a box of photos from junior high and high school. We laughed so hard my stomach hurts this morning. I learned a few things:
1. I cannot believe I ever wore that much makeup. White eye shadow should be banned. (1994-1997)
2. My Monica Lewinski Halloween costume is still my favorite of all time. (1998)
3. We dated a lot of boys with bad haircuts.
4. I am so blessed to have these girlfriends. We’ve stuck with each other through thick and thin (literally).
May we all be blessed with such genuine friendship.