The First Graham Girl Wedding
The event that brought all most of my college friends together again was one of the first Graham Girl weddings. (Our group of friends met our freshman year in college and most of us lived in the same dorm — Graham. Hence the name.) The timing, as you know, was perfect for me because it meant that I got to spend my birthday with some of my oldest friends.
Trevor, who became a part of the Graham Girl clan our freshman year due to the fact that he was often the only guy hanging out with our group of girls, was getting married in Williston, a town that is about 45 minutes from Ocala. We decided to get a hotel — which was an experience in itself because it is slim pickings in Williston — so that we wouldn’t have to worry about driving back 45 minutes from the wedding.
We left Ocala with little time to spare once we checked into the sketchiest motel I think I’ve ever seen. I guess we didn’t really have high standards to begin with, but let’s just say it’s the type of place that hands you the remote control with your key at check in.
After all piling into the car, we headed down to the wedding, which was 2 miles away. We quickly took our seats on the groom’s side, immediately feeling the heat of the afternoon sun.
At least we knew it would be getting dark soon, but in the mean time we were trying to fan the sweat away with our cards.
The wedding had a really cute setup — kind of fall and country-inspired. The ceremony was nice, and it was great to see how happy Trevor was.
The reception immediately followed at the same location, and we were able to enjoy some quality time together. It really made me feel as though nothing has changed.
That’s the funny thing about old friends — no matter how much time you’ve spent apart, when you get back together it’s like you haven’t skipped a beat.