Yesterday Fiancé and I went to our friends' wedding. It was a fabulous night. The wedding was at a funky, retro hotel in Cambridge on the river, and the ceremony was beautiful and authentic. It was magical watching our two friends commit their lives to one another. It would have been magical regardless, but it was that much more magical because I knew we soon would follow in their footsteps. The bride was stunning, the groom looked proud, and the bar was open - what else do you need for a kickass wedding? We spent the latter part of the night dancing, laughing, and hanging out with other guests. Then we retreated upstairs to our hotel room and, laying on the bed forehead to forehead, did the post-mortem. We experienced all the same things that night, but it's always fun to talk about it afterwards.