One of the main events of the evening was me landing on my butt after Stacy's failed attempt to catch me in her arms. I'm laughing here, not crying. Seriously. The worst part is that we can't even blame it on being drunk. This was pretty early on. And actually, the catch didn't fail. Holding me for the picture, while wearing heals, and not realizing that I've gained 10 pounds since the last time we did this, were the problems Stacy faced. It was a clearly overwhelming task. Fortunately, there is no picture of the fall, only the aftermath.
1 comment:
nice, whit. i like the way this photo has a paragraph explanation. i keep trying to forget this moment of the night, but i keep running into the photo of you on the ground.
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