last weekend i joined Carson as his most reliable platonic date-friend for our friend Mike's wedding to his charming Lauren in St. Augustine, Florida. Lovely time, but i hate me some Florida; mostly it's their particular breed of laboratory created white trash and the over abundance of sun making a mess of my porcelain (though blemished!) skin. We got into town, got a hotel room and then headed to an A-frame beach house where wedding people were staying...on the beach!!!

view from the upper level of the house.
no hesitation in starting to drink like 22 year olds in Cancun and no hesitation to get into the ocean...

hang on the beach...

and hang on the porch overlooking the ocean. that's Carson and i along with Aaron and Melissa who we split a room with every night, except this particular night because carson and i split off late, late, late in the night to swim in the ocean at 5am where my tampon was taken out of me by the sea!! also was running/skipping like a kid down the beach, under a full moon, and didn't realize my right boob decided to come out and party from my bikini top without me noticing. thankfully, no one else noticed before me.

but before the late night swim, we saw ASSHOLE PARADE?two-man opening band.

and yes, Asshole Parade got back together for the wedding.

Carson and i took on a swing set after the show...

then headed to an after hours ordeal that served me one of the worst hangovers of my life...i'm pretty over this routine, btw.

spent most of the next day sleeping until we went to the rehearsal dinner...

then called it a night.



next day was wedding day and mother nature wasn't being very cooperative.

glued to the t.v. to see if the wedding was going to operate on the back-up, indoor plan.

opportune time to paint nails and talk/fall in love with melissa.

mother nature was kind, and the wedding was on the beach as planned. everyone headed back to the houses on the beach to get ready. here's the happy couple showing up...

and where they were to wed.

more drinks going down beforehand.

ladies making their way through the yard for picture time.

a few pictures before the big event...

(i don't know where i pulled the pagent pose from.)

short and sweet (and beautiful) ceremony.

and sealing the deal. crying at this point.

everyone was asked to take a shell from the flower girl,

and chuck it into the ocean.

reception traditions. danced to built to spill but you couldn't really hear it.

sat with Team Cute again.

no knives for the beef brisket bring out the savage side of Bryan.

we made off with 6 magnums of wine.

and things got nuts...

these two can make me laugh like no others.

i fell and dislocated my knee (life long issue) but was too happy dancing to Elastica and Boston with Carson to really give a turd.

next day dinner at a waterfront restaurant. everything on the table was exceptionally yellow ('cept the red cup) and made me uncomfortable. grilled asparagus and fried plantains were comforting though.

before dinner we swam some more but headed up to the house because this beast rolled in. no rain ever came of it but we stared at the clouds for a long time.

spent the last night nesting on the porch, talking to Lauren about the Peace Corp in Africa and watching the moon come up over the ocean.