Summah days drifted away but oh those summah nights.
If I have to stop, scan and upload every old picture I come across that amuses me to pieces, unpacking is going to take a very long time.
This was about four months before we got married, a year since we left Mexico and moved back to Little Rock (where we were going to stay six months, max). He was working as an art director by day and thrashing around as rhythm guitar player by night. I was a bartender/cocktail waitress at a notorious local dive. Dig the acrylic nails and Virginia Slim.
Then look at our flat bellies and weep for what once was.
Bonus shot: me getting ready for my shift. Hey, who didn't have a red flannel plaid shirt in the nineties?
(Becca, I still have this, and you are never getting it back.xo)