I wish I could push a rewind button and go back and replay my friends' wedding on Saturday night over and over again.



I think it was the most fun I've had at a wedding ever.

Jon and Sarah are two of my very best friends. I've known Jon since pretty much our first week of college at Maryland.



And I've known Sarah since my sophomore year and her freshman year when we lived on the same dorm floor.



They've been together close to seven years now, so we'd been looking forward to this wedding for a long, long time.

And Saturday was pretty much perfect.

Since I was a bridesmaid, I got to the hotel to get ready around 10 a.m. The girls spent the morning relaxing, getting all dolled up and jamming to Pandora.





Eventually 6:30 p.m. rolled around and it was go time.



There were definitely a lot of nerves flying around in the back room as we all waited to walk down the aisle, but the bridal party was such a good group, we spent the whole time laughing and joking around. The wedding planner had to keep telling us to keep it down.

The ceremony itself seemed to go by in the blink of an eye, but it was full of sweet moments.

Jon started crying as soon as he saw Sarah and the vows Jon wrote made everyone else cry.

We watched them read and sign their ketubah (why does Google always list multiple spellings for words from Hebrew...apologizes if I butcher any of them.), exchange rings and then boom Jon was kissing the bride and we were processing out of the ceremony, and they were officially married.

The rest of the guests went to cocktail hour, and we did pictures, and then we were being announced for the reception.

I was partnered with one of my good friends, Greg, and we were scheming up a fun entrance, but my dress didn't have a ton of stretch in the skirt, so it made our original plan impossible, so Greg just ended up carrying in me in and spinning me around before setting me back down on the floor.



We had the traditional first dance, father-daughter dance and mother-son dance and then it was party time. Sarah and Jon had an amazing band, and I think I sat down for about five minutes all night to take a bite of crab cake. Otherwise it was dancing all night long.



I kicked off my shoes almost immediately, but my feet were still sore the next day from all the dancing.



Toward the end of the night, I was at the bar pounding my millionth glass of water, when Greg came up to me with a bunch of rose petals in his hand. I remember being like, "Greg why do you have those!? They are for when Jon and Sarah leave!" And then I looked at my phone and realized it was 11:55 and the party was pretty much over.



I have no idea how four hours of dancing felt like two minutes. I wish the band would have played longer because I know we would have been happy to dance the night away.

Instead, we rallied the troops and headed to a bar a few blocks up the road with rooftop patio. I rarely have energy after weddings for an actual after party, but we were all having such a good time, we didn't want the party to end.

I think I finally collapsed into the bed I was sharing at the hotel around 3:30 in the morning. I had been up since 6:30 Saturday morning so needless to say I was beyond exhausted. Yet somehow I managed to spring out of bed at 8 a.m. on Sunday to make it to the post-wedding brunch. Don't ask me how.

When I finally got back to my house Sunday afternoon, I crashed hard.

Waking up this morning, I couldn't believe that wedding weekend was over. It was the perfect weekend -- all my favorite people together in one place, for a perfect party, celebrating two of my very best friends.