• Who: Bridget, Becca, Bethany, Dayle, Maura, Heather, Catherine Chicken
• Where: 5th and K
• What: Cheese/crackers/veggies/hummus, veggie frittata, delicious spinach salad, fruit, blueberry crisp, champagne!

We were never quite sure this day would come. After 31 years of vodka sodas, over-sized Tshirts, whisper voices in crowded restaurants and Buffalo Bills parafanalia, Bridget Petruczok is finally getting married!! Collective sigh of relief!

HELLO*&*^&%^&(#*(&!(@#&(!@#&^%^&%#@$)*@#$()!!!!!!!!!!!!!

And because of a logical and logistical perfect storm (big beautiful house… bridesmaidness…hostess with the mostess capabilities…) there was nothing I could say to keep Becca from offering to host this lovely daytime celebration in her wonderful apartment. The only downside? We’ve already had brunch there. Damn.

Bridget, our blushing bride, had no shortage of hand gestures, gesticulations and intense points to get across. This is why we love her. Never a dull moment with our favorite Upstate New Yorker meets refined wine and cheese political operative. When we met back in Des Moines on June 1, 2003, Bridget and I were just tiny little babies, totally oblivious to the fact that more than eight years later, we’d still be drinking in the middle of the day and talking about the annoying thing our boyfriends said on the phone. Although the boyfriends have changed, and the warm miller lite cans have made way for champagne cocktails (and occasionally still warm miller lite cans when Becca isn’t around to whip us up some fruity drink in a pitcher), there is still just as much to talk about and just as many people to talk about who are not as smart/beautiful/accomplished/amazing/well-read/well-dressed/well-groomed/awesome as we are. 

Bridget, we can’t wait to celebrate with you and the Bills, soon!