This weekend I traveled to Vermont to attend the nuptials of two of my dearest friends, Nicci & Neil.

Nicci and I worked together in Fredericksburg and she was my constant support. Whether it was queso and Cheetos after a break-up or wine after a long day—Nicci always knew how to help.

When she asked me to be a bridesmaid for her wedding at the Okemo Moutnain Resort in Vermont, I was thrilled to say, “Yes.”

Since moving to Texas, logistics of getting to the Northeast were a little more difficult than when I lived in Virginia. Fortunately, I had a buddy, Colin, who was attending the wedding as well and he offered to help me out.

We had a simple plan:

1)   Arrive in Boston.

2)   Frolic and attend a Red Sox game.

3)   Head to Vermont.

4)   Party.

5)   Drop me off again in Boston.

And that’s exactly what happened. First, we headed to the Harpoon Brewery for a tour.

The tour was great! We sampled everything. No seriously. Evvverrryyythhinnggg.

Afterward, we headed to Fenway to meet some of Colin’s buddies for a game. Unfortunately, we didn’t think about the fact that 4pm is mid-day and we’d be in direct sunlight. After toasting for hours in the Boston sun (which is a lot cooler/drier than Texas sun), the Red Sox beat the White Sox in extra innings. I also got a tan.

Right after, we headed for Vermont and arrived around midnight. Vermont at night was…dark. So it was great finally seeing it during the day.

Now, if this is where Fitz built Olivia’s house, then I’d be up for one, too. Oh, you don’t watch Scandal? Just forget the previous statement. But know that if a man built me a house in the mountains, I’d swoon.

The wedding was gorgeous. Nicci was gorgeous. The scenery was gorgeous. The trend was gorgeous.

We ended the night around a fire and rested from dancing the night away.

I was so sad to leave New England but, I soaked up my tears with Vermont maple candy and chocolate covered cranberries. I LOVE chocolate covered cranberries. It’s close to being a serious problem.

^^That box of candy was gone by the time I got on the plane. I wish I was lying.

Until next time, New England.