Big Bliss

(The title is a Say Yes to the Dress shout out.  It's OK that I watch that show, because I balance it all out by getting a PhD)  

Remember how I used to have a blog?  And I would tell you about my life in amusing vignettes?  I hardly remember it.  The past couple of weeks have been a blur of work.  I've worked so hard that I haven't read every human interest story in the Times for weeks now, hardly kept up with royalty gossip (except they keep losing their clothes!), and haven't worked on perfecting my weigh-your-own fro-yo combo since classes started.  

But yesterday, Miss Sachini got married, so I pretended I wasn't coming down with a cold and completely clueless about how to do my econometrics homework, and had me some fun.  I keep saying this about my friends' weddings because they keep having awesome ones, but this was one of the happiest, loveliest, most ridiculous celebrations I've been a part of.  This one had the added bonus of everyone on both sides of the family being as genuine, chill, fun, and lefty as the happy couple themselves. 

One of the many highlights of the wedding last night was that B'more finally cooled down enough to warrant long sleeves.  The realization that I might need sleeves, and thus needed to coordinate an extra piece of clothing, dawned on me 4 minutes before departure time and led to a frantic gchat with Liz in which we discussed "Is it OK to wear a light white jacket to a wedding?"  After I explained to Liz that, yes, the bride was wearing white and no, the bridesmaids were not (a la Pippa... and old time folks), we decided that it all came down to this:  is the bride crazy?

Well, you can see how we both felt about that question.