The wedding was held on the grounds of The Inn at Laurel Lake, a quaint B&B, overlooking the lake near The Mount. As if by magic the weather was beautiful, as were the grooms... the wedding party wasn't so bad either if I do say so myself.
Stephanie, Steve and I (pictured) were inseparable in college. We were in shows together, partied together, got into zany adventures together... it goes on and on. In one such moment of foolishness we decided to begin working out together. This usually meant that Stephanie and I would wander around the gym gossiping about the other members while Steve wandered around the gym offering to spot would-be athletes. What always followed was ravenous hunger and we would race across the street to one of the campus cafeterias and eat our weight in Chick-fil-A waffles fries. One evening we were just stepping out of the Bubble (as the gym was called at UT) and as we began across the street Stephanie went flying face first onto Andy Holt Avenue. A trip to the ER followed in which Steve and I watched an awards show on the waiting room television while waiting for Steph to be bandaged and released.
But that was umpteen years ago and the wedding was the first time the three of us were together since our school days. It's amazing how time passes so quickly and if you're not careful it can zip right past you. Thankfully, regardless of how many miles are between us, we three have stayed close and had the chance to share this amazing day. In a way I feel like we renewed our vows as best friends. So, a second toast to the blushing grooms and a new toast to future mishaps together. Cheers Steve and Steph!
