Gang Signs

The wedding we attended, as guests[!], on Saturday had a photo booth. Three girls and I were trying to come up with silly pictures and by our 4th round in the booth our ideas were pretty lousy. Channeling my old stomping grounds, which are getting more and more ghetto, I told everyone to cop a gansta attitude. Being that it was my idea you'd think I'd come with something better, but oh no. Guess what my gang sign was? I love you. That's right how bad am I?


I blame this one completely on Gina for changing my focus setting and my forgetting . . . or it's just a bad picture of a cute moment. I still like it though.


The whole group of college friends. Only two of us are outsiders.


Right before this picture, Tony and I were on the dance floor. Our conversation went like this:
Tony: I love you more today than the day I married you.
Me: Even though you know a lot more about me?
Tony: Yes, I still love you more.
Me: Hey now! Still?
Tony: Well . . . :)