‘tis the season for really cute coupley shit. Like, absurdly wholesome dates jam-packed with pumpkin spice, golden hour, pampas grass, burgundy shackets and everything your Gilmore-Girls-fuelled fantasies are made of.
You check Degree Navigator the next morning just to be sure, and there it is: a requirement with no substitutions. But it has to be a mistake! How can you trust a website still stuck in its dial-up era?
The screeching of 11-year-olds failing to land kick flips, the smell of burnt coffee from Blue Chip and the gorgeous construction-covering white walls moved something within me — this is where I'll have my wedding.