By Ally Karsyn, columnist
On April 29, while Will and Kate celebrate their royal wedding, I’ll be celebrating a wedding too—of my best and only girlfriend from my high school days.
Her wedding is something of a milestone for me, marking the glaringly obvious mistakes of my dating past.
Three year ago, the groom-to-be and I were sitting in my car, attempting to have the “Defining the Relationship” talk for the fourth or fifth time. It took me seven months to get out of this vague relationship.
I cut ties with him right before I came to college.
Fast-forward a few years, and now I’m a bridesmaid in his wedding.
Saturday afternoon channel surfing frightens me. Everything from cheesy Lifetime movies to Fit TV belly dancing and everything in between flashes across the screen in minutes. Normally, as a true child of generation Y2K, I flip through black and white shows as quickly as possible, but the other day was different.
So I’m typing my last article of the year—my last article in the Diamond forever—and I’m a little late in submitting it to our fine editors for review.