Date: November 22, 1991
Age: 14
I don't think I ever sent you a card from here, so add this to your collection.
Love, Dad
This card is in honor of my friends Matt and Rachel, who are getting married in Pittsburgh this weekend. Ah, the blessed union of two souls.
I'm on a plane to Pittsburgh tomorrow with a poofy bridesmaid dress (although I'm on Matt's side of the wedding party). Aside from my crippling fear of flying (and I'm out of Adivan to get me through the flights), it's going to be a fabulous weekend. I'll be reunited with my best friends--the people who consistently challenge me, have seen me at my best as well as my worst, and helped shape who I am, both during my childhood (like Liz and Melissa) and my adulthood (I'm talking about the rest of you). My mother will be there as well, and I guess she's played a role in that whole development process, too...
I have to come up with a toast for the reception. As the woman of honor (translation: best man) in a wedding over the summer, I think I gave a kick-ass toast. I have plenty of charming anecdotes about my friendship with Matt to draw from for creating another good toast, however many of them aren't for public consumption (such as the Sindex, which was our numeric code for telling each other how far we got with a date, when he and I were roommates. Far more comprehensive than those juvenile baseball metaphors). I'll come up with something good, however. If not, I'll just wish them a happily ever after.
No real news from my dad lately. He and H have decided to sell their house and move into a condo. I think it's a lofty undertaking, as that house is like a museum, so I don't know which is more overwhelming--keeping up with it, or disposing of it and downsizing. Maybe he just needs a project.
I'm on a plane to Pittsburgh tomorrow with a poofy bridesmaid dress (although I'm on Matt's side of the wedding party). Aside from my crippling fear of flying (and I'm out of Adivan to get me through the flights), it's going to be a fabulous weekend. I'll be reunited with my best friends--the people who consistently challenge me, have seen me at my best as well as my worst, and helped shape who I am, both during my childhood (like Liz and Melissa) and my adulthood (I'm talking about the rest of you). My mother will be there as well, and I guess she's played a role in that whole development process, too...
I have to come up with a toast for the reception. As the woman of honor (translation: best man) in a wedding over the summer, I think I gave a kick-ass toast. I have plenty of charming anecdotes about my friendship with Matt to draw from for creating another good toast, however many of them aren't for public consumption (such as the Sindex, which was our numeric code for telling each other how far we got with a date, when he and I were roommates. Far more comprehensive than those juvenile baseball metaphors). I'll come up with something good, however. If not, I'll just wish them a happily ever after.
No real news from my dad lately. He and H have decided to sell their house and move into a condo. I think it's a lofty undertaking, as that house is like a museum, so I don't know which is more overwhelming--keeping up with it, or disposing of it and downsizing. Maybe he just needs a project.
He says he's going to have a garage sale, and although I offered to travel down and help out with this, he ignored me completely. He did, however, send me a bunch of camera equipment, including a gorgeous Canon camera from the 1950s. I'm not sure if it works, and even if it does, it's a bit too antiquated for my limited photo expertise to interpret.
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