I spent my last night in Minnesota with Linnea at Cowboy Slims. Over Miller Lites with Tim McGraw blaring from speakers around us, we chatted about our current/future lives, our friend’s lives, and our family’s lives. One life we dove into, was Kileys.
Kiley just left Miami with a MBA degree in her hand, and drove to Chicago to move in with her boyfriend, Steve. Standing amongst drunkin’ Girls Gone Wild college students singing Sweet Home Alabama, Linnea and I agreed that she was probably going to be the first of our group of friends to have the big, fancy wedding. As we gulped down the last of our beers, I pulled out my Blackberry to find a text from Kiley that read: Emergency. Call me.
The moment Kiley picked up it was loud and excited and happy and hyperactive words. She was engaged. And that’s an emergency.
The date is July 10, 2010. I am a bridesmaid, and will be wearing a navy blue dress. The bachelorette party? Vegas.
