She's out. JT is Mine.

So the real reason for my recent trip to Seattle was for the nuptials of my dear friends Carly and Jon.  Carly and I met the first day of seventh grade; we were both on the Greenacres Jr High gymnastics team.  Neither of us had any idea what we were doing there.  I was a swarthy 12 year old who was terrified of heights, she a gangly preteen with braces and butt sweat that was all too apparent in our kelly green leotards (ahem, I can say that; I don't believe she reads this blog).   Our friendship led to introductions to my dear friend Andrea, who has been mentioned here, and also to Monica, with whom I shared a class and favorite teacher with during elementary school.  Both of these girls, in addition to a slew of others we met all around this time, stood beside Carly on this rainy day as she got married.  Looking back, I like to think that I am responsible for all of those friendships.  Carly and I shared an obsession with Justin Timberlake, his obsession with the color baby blue, and spending our parents money.  She grew up into a gorgeous woman, and now we still share an ever present obsession with JT, and the perspective that life is not meant to be stagnant.  I love Carly because she is ballsy enough to take risks and isn't afraid to turn her life upside down in pursuit of passion.  She's unconventional but with impeccable taste.  Oh yeah, Jon's okay too, for an Asian. :)

The beautiful flowers pictured above are the bouquet.... that I caught.  Im usually a pretty big snot about not being subjected to the bouquet toss, big surprise.  However, Seattle makes me mushy from being around people that I love, who are in love, so I let myself get shoved out onto the dance floor for the toss.  Carly hit me in the head with it.  The photo is priceless:

Remember what I said here?  Another example, Seattle fuels amore.