Keely’s Best Weekend Ever (AKA Who’s Paying For All These Sitters?)

So here’s what’s happened since we last spoke…
An Awesome Weekend
(’cause yeah, I’m totally channeling college and pretending that Thursday is “the weekend”):
I met up with a bunch o’ bloggy pals on Thursday (although not nearly enough- it was sadly but a mere cross-section of the girls with whom I wanted to dine and shriek and hold hands)…
Even though we were seated at a table for 20, Kristin and I pretended to be on a super romantic date.
Which entails feeding each other truffle fries. Obviously.

And I hugged Jennie– but not nearly for long enough. (Gal made it here from France!)

Also at this fabulous dinner were Arnebya, Deb, and Kristen…and they’re all too cool for school.
And taller than me.

And this lady and I couldn’t stop high-fiving each other and laughing like loons.
On Friday, I went to our darling friends’ KT and Nate’s rehearsal dinner…and was on a date with this guy…
Cheer up, buddy.
Seriously, it’s a good thing I am currently With Child,
because this kid was giving me ridiculous Baby Feelings.

Saturday brought a stunning wedding, a radiant bride and groom, and at least one unexpected photo op:

It’s kinda like a prom photo. Sitting down. Looking in opposite directions.
And someone on the date is pregnant. Otherwise- uncanny.

And P.J. and his pals (all the way from high school through college) performed a song.
By the Backstreet Boys. Maybe “performed” isn’t strong enough. Try “emoted.”
Again, to the Backstreet Boys.
Since it isn’t possible to wish you this kind of week (because they don’t come along all that often), I’ll just go ahead and hope that your week includes dancing and laughter and incredible food and divine friends.
And hopefully a Backstreet Boys song. 

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