Welcome to engagement season. The Girl In The Red Vest has had enough of it.
Without doing any homework, I’m guessing this was taken in a wealthy suburb of Atlanta. The amount of makeup and the youth of the engagees means it’s the south. Beauty of their teeth and the nice clothes means they’re rich. It COULD be Oklahoma. It COULD be South Carolina, but I’m sticking with wealthy Atlanta suburb. Anyone?
It’s more likely Asheville, NC. That Lisa Loeb-looking lady in the bottom middle would not be invited to any rich, young, Atlanta socialite parties until daddy ponied up for Lasik.
This is what I feel like whenever someone fucks with my chair at work.
Judge Reinhold in a Coogi sweater.
Nice guy. Great dresser. But of a close-talker, though.
You can’t shut me up now!
Feels like a “Nessun Dorma” kind of Monday.
FYI, if you want your spirit to soar, listen to this. Pavarotti’s signature piece is like musical crack without the addiction and side effects.
Of course, if you’ve seen “The Killing Fields” it could possibly have the opposite effect.
Me, every time I watch The Big Lebowski.