My least favorite thing about this tradition: The Megabus drive this particular December that took me through what I would assume to be Michigan's worst whiteout ever.
Not to be outdone by the blizzard, the bus driver decided for all us patrons that Beyonce would get us through the snowfall. And for the third time, "Single Ladies" seemed suspiciously timed to the "thunk thunk thunk" of the windshield wipers that attempted and continually failed contact with the windshield.
This year it fell during a particularly "girl necessary" time and it was, as they say, exactly what the doctor ordered.
Some photo documentation of the girl I plan on spending the rest of my life with.
Yeah, probably in that way. Or at least until we decide it's probably best to no longer live together (i.e. if we're in our mid-thirties and still unmarried.)
not only one best friend but TWO! julie, turn around.
most likely serenading each other.
showing liz my moves. liz showing me her american idol audition.
having way more fun than should be humanly possible.
in love.
about fifteen years and counting....
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