megan collins

I’m completely in love with this picture my friend Katie just sent me. Her fiancé took it on a rough Saturday morning a few months back when I visited them in Long Beach. That’s my backside up front, and those lanky legs in the back belong to Tall Megan, who came up from San Diego to tag along for the weekend.

This was the morning after a particularly long Friday - the day of which belonged to marathon bridesmaid dress shopping for Katie’s upcoming summer wedding, and the night, the memory of which remains in our hearts if not quite our memory. Highlights include the first - and last - time I’ll ever ride a mechanical bull and TM getting a d-bag frat guy kicked out of the bar for no apparent reason other than she didn’t like the look of him. Lowlights include Katie falling (quite spectacularly) from said-bull and TM’s alcohol-fueled ‘calling boyfriend in tears on Katie’s bathroom floor at 2am’ meltdown, the cause of which she couldn’t quite remember the next day. But this picture. This picture will live on. Forever.