Paree

Off to Paris, land of one million photo ops.  Perhaps I will run into Hemingway?

Jen and George

The weekend before last, Rini got married (pics TK).  This past weekend, Jen got married!  KP marriages are the best marriages.  Sorry.  Your friends' marriages are second.

Dan and I put on some fancy clothes:

Can I please take a moment to thank my sister-in-law for teaching me how to pose for the camera?  Finally, I understand why every lady on the red carpet is always weirdly crossing her legs.  Also, let's all give mom a round of applause for finding that dress.  Me likey.

Also cleaning up nicely was the happy couple:

It was also cool seeing Dennis in full-on wedding photographer action (he was the official photog for the event).  I've never seen a hired gun jump and scream along to One Direction on the dance floor while waving around twelve thousand dollars worth of photography equipment, but apparently it worked, because he got great shots.

Shots w/ the father of the bride.  (personal photo)

(Jen is singing into Ashley's leopard print cane.  She needs it for medical purposes but maybe bought it at Ricky's?  Not sure.  I also just noticed the large drunk man staring at the back of Jen's head, plotting something sinister.  NOT THE BRIDE, DRUNKMAN!  LEAVE HER BE!!!!).

So yeah it was a great weekend, there was an engagement party the next day for Melissa and Kyle and we had a dinner party last night so - good times for everyone, and I have to go to work now.  Bye!

Dubious Honor

My Direction

My sudden and deep love for One Direction troubles me, mostly because I don't want to date them - I want to put them in my pocket.  They're just so cute!  One of them is Irish!

That this is the extent of my love - that I don't want to marry them, plaster my phone with One Direction wallpaper, or write a psycho-fan Tumblr blog - makes me feel one thousand years old.