Please forgive me loyal creepers, it’s been 3 weeks since my last post. I haven’t forgotten about you, promise. It’s just my life has been a whirlwind of excitement and I don’t know how to pen type the words of a post without sounding like an overly mushy girl who has been stricken with those feelings of … ya know…. Whew. That just got weird.
Seriously, I had an amazing trip to Seattle a few weekends ago with T., and we’ll get to that later, but for now let’s talk about the funnest wedding I’ve ever been to, ever.
I’m not overly fond of emotions. We’ve covered this. With that said, it doesn’t mean I don’t have them. I just prefer to keep them to myself or to wait until I’m in the “safe zone,” where no one can see my ugly cry. (Really, it’s not pretty.)
Anyway, this weekend at Casey & Marek‘s lovely wedding I had an “Oh my goodness that is the sweetest thing I’ve ever seen” moment. It didn’t happen during the vows, or the first dance or even during the father-daughter dance. Instead, it was when Mr. and Mrs. Casey Cornett took to the dance floor with their Michael Jackson dance moves.
If you look to the left you’ll see me covering my mouth in complete amazement and Lindsay laughing at the ridiculousness of it all.
All weddings should come with a photo booth (and an open bar).
It’s weird how life works sometimes. You see, Marek became my coworker about a week before I met T, and Lindsay was my first OKC twitter friend. They were his friends first; however, now they’re mine independent and because of him. Strange.
A wonderful, wonderful weekend.
