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It was the kind of wedding where everyone mingled instead of clustering, where we all managed to meet one another (or be reunited) and connect in sweet, meaningful ways.
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We all lingered until they began folding chairs and removing tablecloths, at which point we moved the party to the pool and kept on talking.
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Back at my hotel, I watched a flotilla of LED-illuminated pattleboarders glide by, and then kayaks. From across the water I could hear the roaring cheers from inside Petco Park, followed by a Rick Springfield concert that culminated in fireworks during “Jesse’s Girl.”
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In the rental car shuttle to the airport this morning, the announcement screen above the driver was set to January 1, 1990. We all rejoiced our newfound youth. Time travel weekend officially complete.