Bilingual bliss

This weekend I managed to free myself from the confines of bar hell. I hopped on a plane and flew to california. Why, might you ask? A wedding, of course! Yes, one of my wonderful friends (and sorority sisters and former quadians) got married in sunny St. Helena. And what a wedding it was. Done in 2 languages (spanish and english) complete with a mariachi band and delicious mexican food. And fab wine (because, duh, napa valley.) I got be reunited with the quad (my old roomies from my sorority, who managed to spread across the country after graduation.) And I got to do lots of dancing. Lots. I had a heck of a good time. And I only panicked twice about my delinquency in studying. It is lame that I panicked, but hell, I was good and studied on allllll my flights.

Oh yeah, and the wine tastings we went to both days were fab too. Sun, low humidity, lots of wine. Why do I live on this coast again?