It’s official. And officially happening.
Invitations by cheerupcherup.com
ATL 2k12
Will, Mlle Rebecca, and I will be making appearances all over town.
Taken with instagram
More better. Less correct. (Taken with instagram)
Pre-gaming! (Taken with instagram)
My uncle has the hots for Courtney and is quizzing me about who she’s dating.
And seven more of my best friend, just because.
Happy Birthday* to my dear sweet best friend, Adriane. Happy Birthday to the 27-year-old woman who I have known since she was a 19-year-old kid. In case you’re counting (you being Adriane, the general public, etc.), that’s eight years we’ve been friends. Adriane’s first memory of me is in Bible Study; I used to hang off the bed and ask our friend B if she had any cheese (like Steve Urkel), and I left early when Sex and the City was on. I don’t have a first memory of Adriane, I only have collective memories. I know that she called me, often, during the fall semester of 2003, and she didn’t say much on the phone. It took me a long time and a lot of complaining to realize she just wanted to be friends. But I am always, always, always thankful that she kept calling me even when I was probably rude, because the last eight years of my life have been so much better in her confidence and influence. I could list all of her virtues and the reasons why I love her, but I’m just going to settle for a thousand pictures. This time they tell the story so much better than my words could.
*I would like to think this public Happy Birthday counts because it was not quite midnight in her time zone when I started writing this post. And besides, A was never one to punish a friend for being late.
