Just dance...

One of my most favorite persons in the world got married last weekend...in Winthrop. A lone cowboy of a tourist town on the other side of the mountains. The road was long, the days were hot. And every single second was filled with bliss...

Take a backwards journey of my weekend.

end of the evening dance party for two...my mother and the bride. I've known the bride since we were ten, we grew up together, in all senses of the word.
we got our dance faces on.
This is us. The three goddesses. The three amigos from way back when. The bride in white, all the way from Atlanta in yellow, and me. Atlanta and I have been friends since the summer before fourth grade. I can't remember the last time the three of us had this much fun together...
FOOD!
I think this picture speaks for itself.
Preparations. That's Atlanta applying the makeup...in all the years I've known the bride she's never worn any makeup besides the rare glitter and mascara.

Atlanta and I and our pre everything ritual. Champagne, curlers, and a towel...if only every day could start that way.
The road in...80 degrees and snow on the ground. We were like kids again...


It was so amazing to have my old friend in town from Atlanta this weekend. We giggled, we gossiped, we stayed up late, we even shared head phones to dance our way down a dirt road in the middle of the nite. And our lovely bride. When we were all growing up we would have sleepovers at the brides house. We always shared a bed and she was always in the middle. I got married two years ago, and Atlanta is waiting for a ring, so fittingly our bride got married right in the middle...just the way we like it.