Memory #17: Being My Bestie’s Maid of Honor

Last September I had the honor of being the Maid of Honor in my best friend Sondra’s wedding. Sondra and I grew up across the street from each other and have been friends since we were teeny little things—we’re talkin’ 25+ years—which is a long time for 2 people who haven’t even hit 30 yet. She was literally the first friend I ever made, and amazingly enough, our friendship has endured every single phase of our lives and we’ve stayed besties through it all. Awww…

When her boyfriend/now husband, Tony (whom I love and fully give my BFF stamp of approval to) popped the question and she called to tell me the news, I cried…and when she proceeded to ask me to be her Maid of Honor…I cried again—and of course said yes.

While being a MOH certainly comes with its fair share of responsibilities and stresses, it’s honestly such a beautiful and meaningful experience to be a part of—especially when you’re sharing it with someone whom you consider to be more of a sister than a friend.

From the engagement, to the bridal shower, to the bachelorette party, to the wedding ceremony, to the reception, the whole experience is composed of about a million mini-memories that I’ll always look back on with a happy heart (like the time on the morning of the ceremony when we walked aimlessly around the make-up aisle at CVS forever—with fancy up-dos mind you—trying to figure out what the hell we were supposed to buy because neither of us owned any make-up, or how at the reception Tony and Sondra snuck one of Dan’s songs on the playlist and I found myself slow dancing with him next to my parents while his song Young Lovers played, or just how awesome it was in general to be surrounded by so many of my closest friends, my parents, and especially my brother—whose first wedding it was).

and I could go on, and on, and on…

Thanks for the memories bestie (and for not being a bridezilla, phew…) xoxo

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Photography by Kendall Pavan:


We made these bouquets ourselves too, just sayin’…


Memory #12: Lunch at “The Spot”

At the end of my final summer on the Great Point (tear), I left Cape Cod and moved back up to Boston to start my first “real” job as a graphic designer for a company called Neoscape.  I was pretty psyched to have landed a full-time gig right after graduating from college—the economy was much more promising in 2006—but I was also a little nervous. I was coming off 5 summers of hanging out on a boat all day with some of my favorite people, partying at the Irish house, spending all my days off at the beach on Nantucket…and now I was supposed to sit in an office? All day? With a bunch of “working professionals”? Lord give me strength…

Someone up there must have heard my prayers though, because when I got to work on my first day it was nothing like the scary office-land that I had imagined. On that first day, and in the 3 years that followed, I met some of the most fun, creative, inspiring, talented, hilarious, and generally just outstanding people in the world (or at least in my world). We all became instant best friends and  were so inseparable that we even took our lunch break together as a group—almost every single day (in addition to going out for scorpion bowls and to blue grass night at The Cantab after work).

Every once in a while we switched it up, but for the most part, during lunch hour you could find us down at “The Spot”, aka, the lawn of the John Joseph Moakley Federal Courthouse, which was perfectly situated right on Boston Harbor and featured panoramic views of the entire city. We spent many-a-lunch hours on that lawn, eating, laughing, sunbathing, and having the best conversations—and the best time—ever.

Reunion please?


Oh, “The Spot”…

My best Neoscape gal-pal Amanda and I

Me and my best Neoscape gal-pal Amanda

Love these guys

Love these guys

At our other spot, the ICA

At our other spot, the Institute of Contemporary Art