Hooah! (I think that's what Adam told me to say...)

Yay! There is another happily-ever-after couple in the world. The Browne's wedding was lovely. Amanda was glowing (but not in the yucky horses sweat, men perspire kind of way.) Mom said she has never seen a bride as happy to simply be at her wedding. Adam was also lovely... ahem, I mean handsome. His uniform made him look brave and dashing. In fact, I had themes of "Will You Marry Me, Bill?" running through my head. Perhaps that is due to the inordinate amount of episodes of Designing Women I have enjoyed. Being a bridesmaid was a ton of fun. Jenny, Jamie, Em, and I had a blast wearing our sunglasses, watching YouTube, and playing with the Playskool kitchen set. Oh yes, and we got to witness one of the most important days in Adam and Amanda's lives. The only minor meltdown occurred when Amanda couldn't find her special-for-the-wedding-dress bra, and sent her mother home to get it. I was left to the task of dressing her once the aforementioned bra was located in the bottom of her garment bag. I still haven't seen the pictures, but I imagine that at that moment I was glowing, and not in that attractive-angel-halo kind of way.

Since then I my life has revolved around cleaning, packing and saying good-bye to friends and family. In fact, yesterday I got to hang out with Chris, Sara, Ellie, Ryan, and Katie. They are so cute and sweet. I really regret not being closer to them physically so that I could witness more of them growing up. Ellie is going to be in kindergarten--crazy! I also got to have lunch with Kristin and Margaret. They're both such good friends. Thankfully, MySpace will connect us just as much as we have been due to our diverse lives. Today was also pretty sad because I had to say good-bye to Jenny W. It was also sad because while we were enjoying our coffee and gossip my car (aka Mom's car) was towed. I suppose I should have read the itsy-bitsy red sticker on the meter, but instead I naively ignored it and happily inserted 20 dimes and trotted off to visit. On my hunt to find the car I met an extremely friendly valet, a taxi driver named Mohammad Muhammad, a customer with a mullet, a cashier with a fem-mullet (I think they're getting married next Valentine's Day) and a voice from above (parking lot loudspeaker) who refused to give back the $2 in change that I gave the meter. Come on now folks, I paid the $150 fine.towing.storage fee; couldn't you give me back my dimes?