The Politics of Dancing

I was once a decent looking gal, and I certainly know my dancing. (wink wink nudge nudge *cough* poles & g-strings)
But I saw some photos taken at a wedding I attended with Lisa this past weekend and the only word I can think of to describe the way I look is "special". Wait, here are a few more:

Epileptic
Jerky
Moronic
Unflattering

The only people who would have put money in my pants that night would have been kind folks trying to help someone down on their luck buy a cup of coffee. I still have splinters from where someone tried to shove a popsicle stick in my mouth so I didn't bite off my tongue.
(and I'm being very kind to myself)

Two More Pics From the Brower wedding

These are for you, Whitty!

This is my sweetie and I, all loved up because of the wedding. Yeah, 'cos of the wedding. We're not complete mushballs all the time. Shut up.



And this is me with some of my favorite people, being as ridiculous as can possibly be! Man, but I love these girls!

Congratulations to the New Mr & Mrs Brower

Yesterday afternoon, Allie and Joey got married!



They looked stunning, and utterly adoring, and made me cry. The way Joey looks at Allie is like she's his entire world, no hiding it, and he doesn't care who's watching. You got a good man there, Allie! And he's lucky to have someone as light, bright and wonderful as you.

May the years ahead afford you all the love and laughter you deserve, guys. Enjoy Hawaii! Congrats!

Want

I'm not feeling as eloquent as usual due to being pre-caffeine, so I just want to share Ellen DeGeneres and Portia de Rossi with you all and say: "Want"