presuming i make it through my geography midterm tomorrow, i'm off to philly then sacramento for a wedding this weekend. my best friend's older sister is getting married in a big latin catholic wedding.

estela, the blushing bride, is probably the closest thing i have to an older sister - save for meilee - and it's been at least a year since i saw her last. on top of that, the last big thing that estela had at a church was her quinciñera (the sweet 16 for mexican families that happens at 15). since she's 4 years older than me and 3 years older than her brother, the quinciñera meant that we were 11 and 12 at the time, respectively.

her father had bought a couple cases of champagne for the reception afterwards, and fausto and i, dressed to the nines were quite fucking tossed off of lots and lots of stolen glasses of krug.

with that in mind, i'm going back to sac on friday to get dressed to the nines again (pictures will be provided of my outfit and please believe that the white loafers will be in full effect) and get wick'd wast'd with my family.

let's call this the official start of this years michaelmas celebrations.