+1 Twitter Jag.
I was a 'plus one' at the wedding of a very good friend of Mr. Handsome's this weekend.
And, rather than wax poetic about the beautiful evening or the absolutely gorgeous bride, I instead submit for your approval the various tweets and texts and half-blurred phone-camera shots I indulged in all evening (and the following day)... Because, frankly, that's much more fun when you're flying solo for half the evening...
Mr. Handsome's 'roll dog' is getting married today. He's a groomsman. I'm a #plus1
My dress? It has pockets. Why yes. yes I am rather badass.
I've got an empty seat on either side of me. I must have cooties.
Annnnd I just got my first pity smile. #plus1
I love little old men in suspenders... #plus1
Why don't I own more teal shoes and get more pedicures? I feel like I own the world right now. And I don't even LIKE feet.
God they're so young. Was I ever this young? #plus1
Groomsmen just rolled up to the ceremony in golfcarts. Love it. My boyfriend is dead sexy in aviators.
Groomsmen+aviators+golf carts. Sharp dressed man? Yes please. #plus1
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