Forever Paisley

As I entered 2012 I knew that it would be a year of confronting reality, letting go and changing directions. What I didn’t know is that come late September I would be without a job, without a home and ready to conquer the open road. While I couldn’t have predicted this, it’s exactly where I want to be – for now.  Last Thursday I said goodbye to Marquette, took one final run along Lake Superior and consumed my last six ounce container of Border Salsa. Come 2PM on September 27^th, there was only one thing left to do – drive.

482 miles south. The first stop, St. Joseph, MI to celebrate the matrimony of Lauren and Derek. It was my twelfth and final wedding of 2012. My last chance to sip vodka sodas at an open bar, show off my interpretive dance skills and challenge professional photographers with my awkward facial expressions. More than anything it was an amazing opportunity to catch up, let loose and say farewell to the most important people in my life – my family.

From the electric blue margaritas at the rehearsal dinner to singing “Mercedes Benz” on the dance floor, the weekend was pretty flawless. Lauren looked beautiful. Derek was calm and collected. The smiles upon their faces stuck around all night. Having been through the highs, the lows and the unmentionable with Lauren by my side, I walked out of the venue on Saturday feeling pretty damn good.  I felt happy for them, proud of her and comforted by the promise of their future. If one thing is for certain, Lauren has found her Mercedes Benz in Derek.

Day 20,210.  Congrats Laur, and we’re off to Branson.

Cherrettie