Last Spring we contacted our good friends Rob and Kara to see if they wanted to join us for dinner. Unfortunately, they already had plans to attend a going away party for a couple leaving Chicago to live in Michigan. So long story short: We still had dinner with our friends, and crashed the going away party.
We know the couple who moved away; in fact, Mr. Musky and John are fraternity brothers, and we’ve hung out with Nara and John often thanks to our mutual friend group. If there’s one regret I have with the whole situation it’s that we didn’t get to know them better. Nara is the sweetest little thing with long braids, impeccable style, and a bohemian flair that she pulls off flawlessly. And John is quiet and sweet with the unmistakable zing of sarcasm and wit of an early 1990s Alpha Gamma Kappa Sigma. They’re both wonderful people.
But here’s the thing: Timing just didn’t work out for us to be super close, lifelong friends. We had our kids fifteen years before they did, and we’ve been at a different point in our lives as a result. We were in the throes of toddlerdom; they were finishing graduate degrees and partying like rock stars in the city. We lived too far away in the suburbs and were busy planting flowers and cutting grass while they were establishing their careers and ultimately getting married. Speaking of marriage? Their wedding in the Windy City was epic, as told by both the beautiful candid pictures and from the stories of their guests.
I’ve never heard of vodka on the tables at a wedding reception (and I even married a Polish guy!), but apparently this one graced every table at that celebration the night they exchanged their nuptials.