Last weekend I boarded the Megabus for the first time since I lived in New York and hit the road for Saint Louis, Missouri, for a big fabulous wedding and a reunion with my best friend Holly. The whole thing, round-trip, tax included, cost me a whopping two dollars and fifty cents.
If you need to have a deal-gasm, please just excuse yourself now. This post will still be here when you get back. Because OHMYGOD. You can't get a decent frozen TV dinner for that amount of money. And someone drove me to a whole different state for that amount of money. While I SLEPT!
The wedding was my sorority sister Erica's, and it was an amazing affair. The ceremony was on the roof of the Regency Hyatt at the Arch with an incredible view, and the reception came fully equipped with open bar, delicious food, a make-your-own candy bag station and of course, all the dancing and acting a fool you could fit into a few hours' time. Oh, and one more thing: a photo booth.
Holly and I shared a hotel room with our sister Caitlyn (sassily pictured above on the right), and referred to ourselves throughout the evening as Latina Fire (Holly, inspired by her Jennifer Lopez Kohl's dress), Scandinavian Ice Storm (me, inspired by my silver dress, also Kohl's, and my general blonde-haired, blue-eyed-ness) and Black Lightening (Caitlyn).
Of course, it should be noted that initially when we were coming up with Caitlyn's name, Holly suggested Santa Ana Winds. This suggestion was vetoed by Caitlyn because, quoting her, "That sounds like a fart."
The gorgeous bride with her sorority sisters, some time after we sang songs for her and her groom and some time before "Party in the U.S.A." by Miley Cyrus.
And of course, best friends. Some time after we had beer for lunch (followed by ice cream), and some time before we Facebook stalked and gossiped before bed.
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