Joey: (To Rachel) Look, turning thirty is not that big a deal.
Ross: Oh really? Is that how you felt when you turned thirty?
[Flashback to Joey's thirtieth birthday]
Joey: Why God, why?! We had a deal. Let the others grow old, not me! -Friends

Today is my birthday…and it means I’m 2 years closer to turning 30. I’m not quite sure how I feel about that yet. I think part of me is excited because I’ve heard the 30s are fabulous. But I’m also a tad depressed because I thought I’d have a lot more done by this point in my life. I suppose that’s natural.

I’m also a little down today because my birthday falls on a weekday (boo). All of my friends live out of town so it’s not likely that I’ll be able to get together with anyone today, and Match has to sleep and then works tonight.

My ideal day today would be to meet up with a few of my fabulous bloggy besties and go out for a lunch date. This would of course include wine, laughing, and girl talk. Doesn’t that sound awesome? Instead I’ve decided to treat myself to a haircut. It’s been SEVEN months so I figure I’m due. Then I may do a little craft shopping, rent a chick flick and veg out. Match is taking me to dinner before he has to work so that’ll be fun. Our real celebration is this weekend when we go rafting! I’m sooo excited for that.

Meanwhile, I am missing my friends a bit today. So what better than to play the Who Are Your Friends game over at  Gigi’s World.

As you already know, I’ve got two friends nicknamed after Friends characters.

Monica & Chandler

I’m missing them big time. They’re so far away in Scotland. Sniff. They are just like Mon and Chan on Friends.

As for the rest of the cast, I think Tahoe Girl would make a perfect Phoebe. She already does a lot of silly singing and goofiness.

I don’t have a lady’s man friend, so there’s no Joey or his two pizzas sadly. We also don’t have a Rachel or a Ross. No one in my group of friends breaks up and then gets back together constantly. Thank god for that!

I’m a total Monica myself when it comes to being clean. I have also been known to do a lot of singing and dancing and making up weird songs, so I channel a bit of the Phoebe floopy energy.

Match is no Chandler. He actually hates being the center of attention. He’s actually more like Phoebe’s Mike because he sits back and puts up with my shenanigans.

So my group doesn’t really fit the Friends cast. We’re a lot more like the How I Met Your Mother crew. But I still adore the show and I love nothing more than curl up, turn on the projector bulbs and have Friends marathons and quoting episodes on a daily basis. So what about you? Who are your friends?

Jules: Ellie, friend test.
Ellie: Fine, I’ll come.
Bobby: Friend test?
Jules: Yeah. It’s when you call your entire friendship into question and force them into doing something. I came up with it.
Trav: Sounds like you. -Cougar Town

Last Thursday was Monica & Chandler’s wedding and it was so beautiful. The ceremony was small and not everyone was invited (Match and I were among the few friends invited, we felt very VIP). The ceremony was at a family friend’s house that was absolutely stunning. I really wish I lived in this house. I didn’t get very many pictures because I was playing videographer/gopher/bridal party assistant all day. I figured I owed it to Monica because she helped me with everything when it was my big day. It was also my sneaky way to be a part of the behind the scenes action, which I loved.

One moment I was able to capture was by complete accident. It was of Match helping one of the bride’s younger family friends tie his tie. Isn’t this just the sweetest thing you’ve ever seen? This is the snapshot of the video I took of them. Match is going to be such a good daddy someday. Le Sigh.

My favorite part of a wedding ceremony is the groom when he first sees his bride and Chandler’s expression was priceless. His eyes sparkled like blue diamonds as he teared up when he saw Monica walking down the aisle. I tried to keep the tears at bay but the minute I looked over and saw that not only was the groom crying but every one of the groomsmen I just couldn’t keep it together.

After the ceremony Match and I went with Tahoe Girl’s parents and decorated M&C’s hotel room with balloons and rose petals. Then it was on to the reception! The reception was at a winery in beautiful wine country. Ladies you need to come visit me here. This is why I love Northern California. And yes there are always beautiful women dancing at wineries. It’s standard.

Her decorations were so pretty and so Monica. I loved the flowers and floating candles.

The boys have this picture tradition, that started at our wedding. It’s the butt pose and they do at every wedding now. I think it’s adorable. Some of those boys really know how to stick out their booties!

The girls went for the classic jumping in the air pose. This would have turned out great if I hadn’t jumped too soon. Notice how I’m the only one way up in the air here?

yeah, so for the official photo, I’m the only one with my legs firmly planted on the ground. I look like I didn’t even try! I kept telling them it’s because I’m short so I hit the ground faster.

Dinner was delicious and the toasts were both funny and heartwarming. The bride and groom danced to “The Way You Look Tonight” and looked so incredibly happy. Notice awkward me trying to get video and maneuver around one of the groomsmen.

I don’t know if I’ve mentioned this but Monica and Chandler have been together for almost 10 years. They were high school sweethearts and have survived a major long distance relationship. She’s lives in Scotland for vet school and has been there for the last two years! So to see them finally married, and finally he will be moving with her so they can truly be together is the stuff of storybooks.

Another very memorable moment of the night was when Tahoe Guy came up to me and pointed out that 6 of our best friends have gotten married within the year, and not to people outside our group but to each other (Token Gay Couple, Me and Match, and now Monica and Chandler). That is pretty incredible. I was also so touched that he included me in that grouping of 6. At first I was really slow on the uptake. 6? Ohh you mean me and Match too? Lol! I’ve never been a true part of a group before, and this crew has known each other since high school. The fact that I’m counted as one of their best friends is a great feeling.

We danced for hours and got a lot of people out there on that dance floor. I got some classic footage of the bride and groom dancing with their moms, and some hilarious shots of Chandler and his patented noodle arms dance moves. We ended the night with a 2 hour ride on the party bus, where I drank champagne straight out of the bottle. The bride also tossed her bouquet on the bus, and I screamed “Crawl for it bitches!” because I’m classy like that. The night ended as you know, with me curled up on the dog bed at the in-laws.It was a great night and I’m so happy for Mr. & Mrs. Monica and Chandler!

Neil: What do you mean, Rick? You passed out after half a glass of cider.
Rick: Did I? Blimey, that’s a bit anarchic! Anyway, it just goes to show you, Neil. Even when I’m unconscious, I can pick up the birds. Erm, I mean, forge meaningful relationships with birds… chicks… tarts… women. Women! -The Young Ones

I confess…

That after the awesome sauce that was Monica and Chandler’s wedding I may have passed out on the dog bed instead of the couch and didn’t even care.

I confess…

That I’m sure I have a lot more to confess that I can’t remember. It was an incredible night and I can’t wait to share all the details with you. But right now I need to eat some hang over food and watch all of the evidence videos and maybe take a nap. This time on a human bed!

Mac: Veronica?
Veronica: I’m fine.
Mac: I know. We know. But it’s okay if you’re not.
Veronica: I’m fine. Seriously. I just told the two of you because I thought you should know. I’m not looking for a pity party.
Wallace: That’s good, ’cause I always get stuck blowing up the pity balloons. -Veronica Mars

I woke up yesterday morning and I had a voice message from Monica. For some reason I just had a feeling it would be bad news. Sure enough it turns out that she wasn’t feeling well and had to cancel the hen party for that night. I’m just so sad because I just talked to her the previous day and she said we were on. That was before I’d gone to the store and bought a bunch of snack foods and dinner. Before I’d made cupcakes and decorated my house. Before I’d hand painted the hen party sign and put all that time and effort into it. What a waste.

I know it’s not her fault that she got sick. I know how stressful planning a wedding can be and she definitely needs her rest. We’ll get to celebrate plenty next week. I’m more disappointed and frustrated with Tahoe Girl, who was also supposed to come over. When she found out that Monica was sick, she flaked on me too! I called her up and asked if I could bring my cupcakes to her place in SF and maybe we could go out on our own. Instead she said she was going to head home for an early father’s day visit with her parents. I had the feeling that I was just being blown off and I won’t lie, it stung a bit.

I’m also sad because I don’t have close friends around here that I could call up and have come over to celebrate with me anyways. If we were still living in our old place, I could have called a few friends over to help me eat the cupcakes and maybe go out dancing.

On a good note I’m getting some much needed R&R time. The relaxing time would be a whole lot better if Match were home to snuggle up on the couch with me. I am getting some house work done and watching the Prince and Me on TV, with a glass of wine. It’s definitely not a bad night, just a bit lonely.

I sometimes wish you, my bloggy friends lived closer. How much fun would it have been to get together, pig out on penis cupcakes and wine and then go out for a night of silliness? I’m officially ready to go to my first bloggy meet up. Name the time and place girls. I’m there!

Speaking of bloggy friends, I wrote a guest post for the lovely Miss E over at Adventures of Starting Over. It’s about my wedding day jitters and hopefully you’ll get a laugh out of it.

Lawyer: Now Charles, your Uncle Jack Bass is your closest living relative and, as such, has been named as your legal guardian. Are you comfortable with this?
Chuck: (to Jack) Curfew?
Jack: None.
Chuck: Girls sleeping over?
Jack: Yes, please.
Chuck: I’ll allow it. -Gossip Girl

I confess…

That I still haven’t written my post on my 10 year reunion. So much has happened this week and I haven’t been near a real computer or had much time. Plus I’ve been exhausted. This has been one busy summer! Here are just a few confessions from my weekend blast from the past.

I confess…

That I didn’t expect much from my reunion and was pleasantly surprised. We had so much fun hanging out and I forgot just how great our class of 2001 really was. There were no cliques and everyone mingled with everyone.

I confess…

That I may have inappropriately yelled out that one of our old classmates had gotten “REALLY HOT!”. I then went on to say that I was a married woman so it was completely ok to say. I wasn’t even drunk that night!

I confess…

That my parents accidentally locked me out of the house on Friday. I did come home at 3am so maybe they were saying I’d broken curfew?

I confess…

That while at the bonfire I kept it classy with a styrofoam cup full of champagne, which I delightfully kept calling champag-nay. In a hick accent. Repeatedly.

I confess…

That there were no bathrooms at this bonfire and I was worried I would pee on my leg, but I squatted like a champ. I did seem to find the need to tell everyone at the bonfire how great I was at squatting like a champ.

I confess…

That I’m probably still not going to get around to blogging about the rest of my epic reunion until next week since I’m currently decorating for Monica’s Hen Party. I’m hosting it and I’m so excited. I’ve already baked up cupcakes and decorated them with little penises. The hen party sign has been painted.

The audio and video cables have been hooked up to the laptop which will be playing an embarrassing photo slideshow of the bride to be when she walks through the door. The banners have been hung and I have signed us up for the dance club’s guest list. Taxi number is preprogrammed into my phone. We are ready!