I went to a wedding, which I was expecting to be less than wonderful. As it turns out, I had a pretty good time with my boy. I mean, there was food, dancing, an open bar, and a photo booth--a recipe for a good time with the right people--I was unsure if the right people would be there--turns out, they were and I was one of them. . . I actually convinced Boy to dance with me, a first for him--there will be many more dances to come--I love dancing.
Anyway, Boy made me feel better with flowers. He's the best. What did I ever do without him?