Over the weekend Jerry and I went to a benefit and we got to dress up and pretend like we were going to prom together. Differences being that this time the Holy Spirit didn't need to stay between me and my date and drinking was encouraged. Also, I think my hair is better than it ever was in high school. Oh, and I didn't wear Tevas like I did to my junior prom. I know, what the hell was I thinking?
Here's some fo-toes of the whole fancy affair.