I was five years old the first time I had a drink.
THE RECOVERY DAY – Friday, 8 a.m. One of the smartest things Jen did when creating the wedding’s itinerary was to insert a recovery day between the rehearsal and the main event. There’s nothing worse than having to pull on uncomfortable dress clothes and drag yourself to a wedding after spending all morning chugging Gatorade…… Continue Reading →
Dispatches from a Small Wedding I’m finally at the point in my life where this whole wedding thing is starting to taper off. It was fast and furious there for awhile, an intense and fund-depleting run into my early 30s. It felt like every weekend I’d be driving to Philly or the Eastern Shore in…… Continue Reading →