I suppose tonight I'm supposed to be out with the guys at some bachelor party, and she's supposed to be at a bachlorette party. But we don't roll that way. Instead I got off work and we wandered town in bliss. Together. No strippers or any of that other bullshit. Starting it off right. Getting married. Tomorrow. High noon. 12,050 feet above sea level. Stoked!
P.S. – yes mom and dad I need a haircut. But Elaine likes it long. Dilemna, no?