not a keeper

Last weekend, I headed down to The River (Rappahanock, for those in the know) for my friend, Molly's wedding. Molly was one of my 4th year roommates in a house we lovingly called The Ditch. The girls we lived with were all Kiki's suitemates from 1st year who adopted me as their own since the majority of my suitemates were batshit crazy. They are super nice like that.

Molly is the last of our group to get hitched and everyone was looking forward to the wedding. Jenn sent an e-mail with pictures from weddings past.



For a welcome gift, Molly had framed old photos for each of us. We were looking forward to getting a group shot.

I only took two measly photos (with my iPhone of course), though one was a cute one of me and John.

So, I was begging for pictures from everyone else. Jenn obliged this morning. I have to say, this one was my favorite.

I mean, what are the chances that you can take a photo of seven...ahem...young and beautiful women and not one of them looks good. Classic!