Tis the season for weddings-- Big Country (aka Mike) got hitched this weekend. I paid tribute to the occasion by dusting off my trusty old cowboy boots. What was originally a fashion statement came in handy when Chrissy threw the bouquet...
Look out world, apparently I'm next! Now if only there were a groom...I do, after all, have the perfect gown, found by me and Lindsay on Center Street after dinner one day (LC: bet you forgot about this little gem of a picture...)
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wow.
uh, hum. where do i begin?
my fair lady wants her dress and parasol back?
'come on drover, move ya bloomin arse!'
i probably went to los hermanos with you two the night before, and the night after, but 3 in a row would have been too much for me.
not for you two, apparently.
guess that's it.
-aaron
oh, and i forgot-
killer boots man!
-a
You caught the bouquet! Congrads!
thanks for my shout out. and thanks for taking this picture from so far away(i remember it was NOT a cute night for me.)
it's almost like i'm at home helping you plan your wedding.
I love the desk with flare. Super sassy!
So I checked out the pickles and the theater in chicago did not have pickles. Which made Lucas and I very sad. Oh another reason I wish I were in Utah.
Dig the Gladiator Pose. We shall call you, "Fashionista-Sets the trends and walks with class, but watch you back or she'll kick your a..".
are you on some sort of blogging hiatus?! "someone ought to teach you some class my friend"
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