Sarah, the bride, is a best friend (from way back in high school) of my assistant, Sarah. That was only confusing a few times (to me, I don’t know about Sarah, or Sarah). Had I been more prepared I would have worked out a code. Now, if the groom had been named Sarah as well, Lord help me.
Backyard lined with their handsome friends and family for a intimate, simple, lovely wedding. We capped it with a top-down ride to the park in the brother’s Cadillac convertible for some In-Formals hi-jinks. Slap a beer in my hand and call it a perfect day at the office.
Two faces of deep gratitude but two unique expressions. It wasn’t hard to tell Sarah + Kirk believed that getting married was a pretty cool idea.
When did Cadillacs stop being cool? Bring back some fins, Detroit.
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