Bow, Wa

Coming off the team trip to Entiat, like, literally sweating balls home across the brown scape with Ber, and at home in a rush to get clean. Slipped on a skort, menswear top, wedges, plucked eyebrows over the neck of a cold beer. Sierra met us with a bottle of wine decorated for my birth. We headed to Kendra & Jake's wedding in Bow, on a grand compound covered in garden and old, low limb hanging trees. Upon entering, a three-tiered table held mismatched glassware as a party gift to tote and refill as you wish. Three signature cocktails in glass carafes and two service bars for beer and wine tucked into the embrace of floral expanses. This wedding, as they all are, was a reunion of runners and of those from homes like 1111 High. It was nice to see the women who had bonded just two wks prior over naked pinata and picnic tables dispersed across the colony of all of us who have loved and love the Riley's, almost like naughty beacons I wish I could fall back on, and continue to each weekend for the rest of my twenties. The ceremony itself faced the sun, as we covered our eyes to watch the two embrace in promises of personal integrity, all between the hug of two great willows. The bridesmaids were glittering in gold; looking between LB and Kendra, my two Vegas-gone, high-estrogen saturated housemates from years past. They kissed. Right. And left. And we drank. Until the dance floor was constructed, a beautiful wood expanse, the tables set with gorgeous fabric'd runners and stemware set like a homeware magazine's. Salad bar, vegetables on display as if in market, potato casserole, salmon with onion, bread rolls, a frozen yogurt machine with sweet, colorful toppings. The sun set like it was dying across the yellow field. The first dance to a friend's voice singing "If I were a flower growing wild and free," until all of us, the lot, dancing, dogs intertwining, sequins glinting, sweaty upon half-lidded eyes and kisses came to end. It was, truly, selfishly, the perfect entrance in to 28.