yesterday andrew and andy came over for pancake breakfast. it was great to have a reason to clean our table and use our new dishes! we chatted about stuff, including a few memories from our wedding (3 weeks ago). i decided to blog about the conversation so i don't forget it.
let me start with a little background: our friend matt is a climbing friend of ours, and unfortunately had to decline the invitation to the wedding because he was traveling overseas to visit his girlfriend who is doing some work there (i think). then, somehow he realized that his flight was not until later in the day, the same day of the wedding, so he told dan he'd be able to make it to the ceremony and leave directly from there-- we were very excited!
ok, now fast forward to October 25. andrew, andy, and andra (who stayed with them for the weekend) drove from andrew and andy's place in Somerville to the venue in South Boston.
this is the story that andrew and andy told us yesterday-- totally paraphrased for emphasis.
them: who was your friend at the wedding with the big backpack, wearing jeans, a t-shirt, and flip flops?
us: oh, that was our friend matt-- he was literally on his way to the airport after the ceremony and cocktail hour
them: yeah... so we saw him on the street corner when we left our house-- he was waiting for the bus. all 3 of us noticed him and considered where he might be going, then all 3 of us noticed him again at the wedding and thought, 'oh, we could have given him a ride'.
random. fo sho.
