My thoughts on business casual.

Now that I've started interning, I've had to go back to wearing business casual clothing during the days. Next year, I'll have to wear a suit, but I'm not cool enough (read: not certified) to represent clients yet, so I don't have to yet.

So every morning, I put on my dress/dress pants/some kind of sweater/skirt and flats (because my ankle is stupid and still won't let me wear heels) and roll out the door. Being out of an office for awhile, I forgot how much I love and absolutely hate business casual.

In some ways, it's awful. Our office is the arctic, and the clothes are never warm enough. For some reason, business casual is expensive. Because of this, I only have so much of it. Which means I end up wearing the same things every week. I could potentially make some of my other clothes work, but I'd rather not show up in something inappropriate, too short, or too low cut. Call me modest. Some of it needs to be dry cleaned. And zipping my own zippers can be kind of interesting some times.

In other ways, I love it. It feels awesome to dress up in some semi-professional manner. It makes me feel like I'm actually being productive. Or like I'm an actual adult that has work clothes. And I'm not going to lie, some of it makes me feel like I am lookin' goooood.

Right now, I'll keep wearing my great dress/skirt/cardigan/dress pants/flats combos. But let me tell you, I am so looking forward to rocking a power suit.

My Friend is Married.

That's a weird statement to say. I don't feel old enough to be having friends get married.

Last weekend (like a week and a half ago last weekend. I started this post a long time ago), I went home to go to A's wedding. A and I have known each other since kindergarten. (I always want to spell it kindergarden, because that's what a Garten is in German.) That's almost 19 years ago. That's NINETEEN years ago. Our friendship has reached the legal age of majority.

The ceremony was beautiful, and A looked gorgeous in her gown. I didn't cry during the wedding until A went to go hug her mom and dad, and her older sister H turned around, with tears running down her face. At which point I lost it. The reception was a fun party, and we line danced up a storm. 

Congrats A and T!

Afterwards, we went to Roman's Oasis. M and B were amazing and made the long journey across the valley. We matched, until I changed. I've been very reluctant to go to Roman's as a ton of people from high school tend to go there. I was pleasantly surprised. There were only a few people I knew there, and I liked them all. (Which is saying something about people from high school.) I got swing and line dance and spin and get picked up and wear my boots and it was a blast. Definitely going to be going back there again.

Sunday, I had to fly back to Sac, but the weekend trip was a nice little escape into the oven that is Phoenix. It was awesome to be home and visit with friends.