i know, i know, i cant go one day without slobberring over my friends, but if you had friends like these you’d be doing the same damn thing, so step.

greg and i knew each other in the dorms. he was quiet. little did i know that he spoke with his guitar and his paint brush, but i’d learn that later.

molli and i crossed paths in school too, i dont know how, though, that whole 7 years was just a pleasant blurry buzz but i remember that she was not quiet but always had a smile and new shitloads about music, so she got my respect immediately.

molli tells about their romance beautifully in her blog, it’s sticky sweet so bring a toothbrush for afterwards, but i cannot believe that it was three years ago that we were all invited to Frisco for the best country-rock wedding of all time.

i danced and danced and danced and danced. something i never do. and i wasnt the only one. we were all very happy that two perfect people who were even more perfect together were doing exactly what they should have been doing.

one reason that i moved into Layne’s old pad was cuz i could be closer to these cool kids, but alas, they moved to a spectacular home, but im stoked that we still get to see each other a lot.

happy anniversary greg and molli, im sure there are many more to come.

p.s. dont tell anyone but i think shes got a bun in the oven.