When Alie texted me on Valentine's evening, "Is it wrong to pretend Valentine's Day doesn't exist and to spend the evening reading in bed instead?" I knew I needed to hop into action. "Yes. Be over in an hour," I texted in response. What followed was the best Valentine's Day I've ever had, one that will go down in Georgia Is Your Friend history for its debaucherous, delirious, inebriated fun. I can't go into details, in case someone from my more respectable life reads this, but I fell asleep at four in the morning giggling madly next to my two very best friends. Also my new nickname is "Snorgia", apparently. I had no idea I snored.
This past Saturday was spent happily preparing for a photo shoot with mine and Alie's darling friend and ridiculously talented photographer Ryan Schude. The idea was kind of a post-apocalyptic vibe wherein Alie and I are attempting to lure our prey (Ryan's ever-patient brother, Collins) into our lair. The entire day - from creating our wardrobe and doing our hair and makeup ("messier, bigger!"), to nervously teetering on rusted, weather-worn cages at the abandoned zoo and listening as foxes howled in the too-close-for-comfort hills - was awesome. I could happily spend every weekend in such a way. To which God to I prey to make this happen?
And how was your Valentine's Day, lovely readers?