The wedding was insanely fun. When the music finally shut down at 1 AM, there were about 100 people on the dance floor who would have stayed on for hours more. My oldest niece is officially a Mrs., and I am well on my way to becoming the youngest great-aunt in Brooklyn. (I wonder how I can find that out…)

On an oppositely, bluesy (sorry for all the blues) note, I missed BEA. I practically passed out on the F train on the way to the Javits Center on Wednesday morning, and had to hail a cab to take me home ASAP. I had been looking forward to BEA since my interview for this internship position, and it all came to a skidding and screeching F train halt. My coworkers at Beaufort collected a whole bunch of books, and offered to share them. While this was quite generous, and definitely made me feel better, I’m still totally bummed about missing the publishing event of the season. Not cool.

My parents glued me to the couch so that I would feel well enough to attend my graduation the following morning. Luckily, I was feeling much better and headed out to Brooklyn College, my parents and brother in tow. The experience surpassed all expectations (if you’ve read my previous blogs, I had little hope for an exciting commencement). 2,250 graduates decked in maroon caps and gowns filed out of the encircling buildings and onto the quad. Marty Markowitz, Brooklyn Borough President, gave a hilarious and boisterous speech, reigniting my love for my borough and its college. There were also 100 graduates from the Brooklyn College class of 1960 who joined us, which had my mother bawling in tears. Actually, my brother noted that from the moment the ceremony started until it ended, my mother was crying. This came as no surprise to me because my mother is famously known for crying from the Price is Right (“Look how happy they are!”). Speaking of tears, Don Lemon of CNN ended up being such a cutie. He too, could not help from break out in emotional sobs during his speech, in which he spoke about the course of his life and how he didn’t get a chance to go to his own graduation. A truly sincere and uplifting speaker who said he started from nothing and worked his way up to success. Screw Sapphire! (But really don’t, because she’s awesome).

My Memorial Weekend was pretty memorable, slipping back into the comforts of summer days and nights. My freckles are now adundant. The 10 or so children who stayed over did not remove themselves from the swimming pool. And the policemen who wait on my street corner waiting for people to go down my one way street the wrong way seem to have gotten a new set of wheels straight out of Pimp My Ride. Ah, summer.

Book news: I’m in the middle of Malcolm Gladwell’s The Tipping Point, which has been on the New York Times bestseller list for about 4 million weeks. Having already read Blink, Freakonomics and taken a handful of Psychology classes, a lot of what I’m reading is a sort of review, but still fascinating nonetheless. As with Blink, the tone is enjoyable but I am not completely convinced.

I was however convinced to get a Twitter account.

Oh! My grandma told me last night that it’s possible to get artifical dimples. How strange/rude? As a bearer of two (or more) sunken spots in my cheek, I felt a little cheated. Ooft.

Till next week,

Rachel Lily