Weekend highlights pictured include the biggest piece of lasagna in the world c/o Rose Angelis, receiving the first gift from our wedding registry, dinner at the Halloween’ified Hubbard Inn and turning our time at Bub City into a game night with a large side of singing country music at the top of our lungs (and of course, the fried pickles). Not pictured (what can’t be pictured, really) is how darn good it was to have some of our best friends in town for the weekend. It was a blast showing them some things we love about our city and nothing beats having face time with people you love. So whether it was catching up sitting in our living room while devouring pastries from Beatrix, belly laughing over tots and football at our favorite neighborhood bar or walking down the street talking exclusively in hash tags, it was one of my very favorite weekends. I wish they lived closer but I am so grateful for the in-person celebrating we got to do, even if the time went way too fast.
There is magic in long-distance friendships. They let you relate to other human beings in a way that goes beyond being physically together and is often more profound.
—Diana Cortes (via elletaria:imnotthatkindofgirl)
My best friend lives in Atlanta and its always weird to me when I realized we haven’t seen each other since (insert date here). Living far apart has never affected how close we are and, if anything, our daily epic email chains and texting keeps pretty much in constant contact. I am so grateful for our friendship across the miles and am even MORE grateful that I am hopping on a plane for some in-person friend time this weekend. Technology doesn’t replace IRL time together and I can hardly wait to belly laugh and “remember when” in person.