Guns and Wedding Bells

Hi.

So I'm back from a wedding weekend in good old Sacramento. It was bizarre to see a girl who could drink/dance me under the table just two short years ago promising herself eternally to one man right in front of my eyes ... to see THE girl who taught me how to party radiating in virginal white as I twirled drunkenly on the dance floor.

Seeing how much she's grown and then looking within, I realize that despite the party persona I have taken on of late, I'm not so bad myself. Two years ago I was a bright young girl--but I was also a naive, quivering idiot. In spite of popular belief, I can take care of myself now and view situations more completely than ever before. And that brings me to the wonderful people I met this weekend.

Normally, I would approach a family that I know to politically and traditionally conservative with a polite, distant demeanor, simply because I'd assume that the differences between us would be too great to even attempt to relate. But this time, I took on a "people are people" attitude and opened myself up to understanding, admiring the family's arsenal of hunting rifles, having frank conversations and making friends along the way.