Certified awesome. Colby born. Eighteen. Guarder of lives. Beach baby. Photo genius. Collector of seashells down by the sea shore.
(Lord Tubbington approves this message)
Oh, so you’re really close with the groom’s family? I’ve only met a few of them since we arrived and they seem nice enough, but appearances can be deceiving. Anyone I should be worried about?
Sam’s my best friend, well, him and Marley, but he’s the best guy I’ve ever met. They’re all really great, though, you’ll love them, and you’re blonde too so you’ll fit in!!
I see. Well, I’d invite you to come watch this trainwreck, but I’m not allowed to make any decisions without my sister’s say so.
Oh, that’s no problem, I’m already invited. I’m basically a designated Evans. Zach even said if I wasn’t so old and tall by now I would have been in running for flower girl!
Wow… You all don’t get a lot of excitement down here, do you?
I mean, we do, I just haven’t ever been to a wedding is all.
I don’t think I can stand one more “wedding consultation”.
I for one am super, duper excited for this wedding. Like… one time we had a wedding here, and I could only take pictures from far away, and then I almost got arrested for stalking… that was a good summer.
The sunrises are beautiful. I forgot about that.
Told you!!
Excuses, excuses.
Trust me, everyone always says it’s nice to meet me and why wouldn’t they? Everyone knows my job here is to look hot and I do that with ease.
I really was thinking about grilled cheese… except, I ended up getting a salad before heading back to the beach, but still, I don’t remember thinking about you being hot or how it was nice to meet you.
