Playing Bride: The Cast of Characters

Well, I still don't know the color scheme. So there's that.

What I do know, however, is that I have some awesome friends standing up for me? with me? near me? on my side of the aisle. (Really, we're not doing sides, because I want everyone to have good seats, but that's beside the point.) They're so great, in fact, that I want to present them to society--in a bridal cotillion of sorts--complete with fun facts and embarrassing pictures.

I am the best, I know.

Now, for the bridal party, organized amount of years they have had to put up with me. :)

1. Caroline Skibinski (Maid of Honor)

Circa 1997-98, the year of the leopard bathing suit.

Nicknames: CC, Carrie, Francesca
Date Met: February 7ish, 1994 (They didn't let me see her the day she was born, okay?)
Fun Facts: I have snapped a branch into her eye, resulting in a very long day at the eye doctor's, and I have knocked out her tooth by running into her bike with my own. Yet she still likes me.
Favorite Memory: Making videos on my camera about a) being out in the wilderness of the local forest preserve, b) running for a fake presidency race in history class, or c) random crap when we had the giggle fits at 11 p.m. on a Saturday.
Reason I Chose Her: Because she is my sister. And my first best friend. And it was one of the few things I knew absolutely needed to happen at my wedding. Also, she has really good taste in clothing and decor and colors and did an interior design summer camp. Also I love her. D'awwww.

Circa 2011. By far one of my favorite pictures of us.

2. Lindsey Webber (Bridesmaid)

Circa 2006, based on the datestamp. I knew it was early high school because I am still sporting the part down the middle to enhance my egghead.

Nicknames: Linds, Bev, Beverly
Date Met: Probably sometime around 1998/1999, but I stopped hating her for her reading prowess in junior high. Now I just envy her, compassionately.
Fun Facts: Our longest, biggest fight was in my senior year of high school. I wanted to do a profile on her for the school paper, but she was in, like, 20 billion clubs, so she/we had to reschedule a lot and I got super angsty about it. I don't remember when we made up, but we did, and all was well with the world. That was an awful fun fact. Let me try again: I still have the scrapbook she gave me in high school. I look at it frequently, and the handwritten note on the inside back cover still makes me tear up. I am a girl. A weepy, weepy girl.
Favorite Memory: That time we Party Boy'd B., our high school physics teacher. Oh geez. Do you have a photo? YES YOU DO!!!

Prom 2007. Because duh.

Reason I Chose Her: In high school, she was my other half. I wanted to talk to her all of the minutes of all of the days, and I strove to be as passionate about the things I loved as she was about all of her extracurriculars and hobbies (Fun fact: Originally, I wrote "hobbits.") and endeavors. The woman was BFFs with Denny Hastert, for Pete's sake. (Who is Pete? Why do we care about him?) Now, she is one of the few people from high school (and earlier) who I bother to keep in touch with. Although our lives after OHS have gone in two separate directions, we still choose to take time out of our journey for each other--to meet in the middle, if you will. And we don't have to communicate every second of every day to be friends. We have our own worlds, but we value each other. And I think that's why we work.

Also, she loves Bingo. So I keep her around.

Circa May 2008. I was going to pick a Bingo picture, but this one, I think, is my favorite.

3. Jason Bena (Bridesman)

Prom 2007. FYI: Jason and I have no pictures together. You should see our Facebook friendship. It is totally empty. He's in the center, by the way.

Nicknames: Jason Behna Behna. It's how Siri pronounces his name on my phone. I do not call him this to his face. He doesn't care for it.
Date Met: 2006ish? 2007. I don't know.
Fun Facts: Jason really likes beer. He also enjoys traveling and bantering with me about Pokemon. He will straight up tell me when I'm being an asshole, which I hate, but probably need. Also, I love his mother.
Favorite Memory: That time he came over, told me I was being an asshole, but then shared his beer with me while we listened to Kyla's ex's broody songs. OR the time I went to his apartment and we went to a party and I met all of his friends all at the same time and wasn't even overwhelmed!
Reason I Chose Him: So. Looking back, I think there were times when I really wasn't a good friend to him. Or, at least, I could've been better. Despite that, he still likes me, wants to hang out with me, and visits me time and again. He's one of those friends where I am confident that he will always be there, and I hope he knows that goes both ways. Anyway, when I grew the ef up, I had a "Kim, you're such an idiot" moment, and realized that he is one of my nearest and dearest friends. Even if we really never take any pictures together and he only communicates with me on Facebook chat because I talk a lot and it's cheaper. :) Like you!

Circa Monday. He's basking in the sunlight atop some sort of peak. I almost Photoshopped myself in.

4. Nora Fergus (Bridesmaid)

Circa...2010? Originally, we dressed up to mock 16 and Pregnant, but it escalated quickly. Into this.

Nicknames: Rah Rah? Did I just make that up? Probs.
Date Met: Sometime in fall/winter 2008-2009. 
Fun Facts: Much like with Lindsey, I hated Nora the first time I met her. (I guess this is how great friendships start?) See, I was interviewing a group of new friends-ish for a story at the Star, and she shows up with them and wants to hijack the whole interview--even though I told her I have plenty of info for the story. Yet she still cut people off while they were talking and went on ridiculous diatribes anyway. She annoyed the crap out of me. But after two weeks (and one hilarious moment on the cafeteria stairs), we were buds.
Favorite Memory: "It's the Chronicles of Narnia up in here!"; reaching for the green light; Cinco de Mayo; that boat birthday surprise I totally ruined; learning Spanish while playing basketball; joy riding with Taylor Swift blasting in Corey's thumbtack car; pretty much any memory ever was a happy one.
Reason I Chose Her: Everyone needs a Nora. She is fly-by-the-seat-of-her-pants wacky and I love it. She stuck by me through some weird college drama, and she taught me (without knowing it) that being yourself is okay and acceptable and people will love you so just do it. I never thought I ever spent too much time with her; I regret not spending more time with her when we lived minutes apart. She has a love for life that is unreplicated, and I am a happier, better woman for knowing her.

Circa 2009? Ish. We wiped out so hard on these ice skates. Like pros.

5. Leslie Adams (Matron of Honor)

Circa September. Pre stomp.

Nicknames: She keeps asking me to call her Les, but that's weird for me. I would probably go for Lez, but I don't think she's as into that. We're not at the nickname point yet.
Date Met: March 18, 2014.
Fun Facts: I didn't know her name when I first started at PatientPoint. I casually tried to avoid saying her name in any conversation, and when she gave me her number, I panicked and put in "Designer Lady." Smooth, Kim. So smooth.
Favorite Memory: The first time she ripped my closet apart in order to make me cute outfits. And/or the first time we awkwardly agreed to hang out. I am not good at initiating friendships, guys. I get so nervous and sweaty. It is not cute. OR when we had a really sappy (read: bawling) moment in my car in the Walmart parking lot and I asked her to be my matron of honor and then we ate Teddy Grahams.
Reason I Chose Her: In the grand scheme of things, our friendship is relatively new. But I have never met someone who has invested in me and her relationship with me so quickly and with such compassion. She is so kind and so supportive of everyone around her, and within seconds of meeting her, you can just tell that she cares. Genuinely. 100 percent of the time. And because of that, I'm like yeah, cool, I'll walk through fire for you. I'll jump off a cliff for you. Let's go do something fun. Or just stay home eat. Who cares! I have no doubt she and I will remain friends forever, and we will die, holding hands, Notebook-style. Was that weird? Am I being weird? Meh. It doesn't matter. We have a banter now; she's stuck with me.

Circa Halloween 2014. Because tutus.

Playing Bride: A Hot Mess on Wheels

Well, it's been a few months. My bad. I've learned very, very quickly, that as soon as a ring gets slapped on one's finger, one IMMEDIATELY becomes consumed with all things wedding. What started as picking up three bridal magazines turned into a crazy organizational nightmare. I now have a (green) wedding binder, a complete wedding workbook and book book, multiple Excel spreadsheets chronicling all sorts of budgets and listings, a monthly planner that I attempt to use religiously but have failed for the past two weeks, random scraps of paper, two Pinterest boards, a few checklists detailing my life for the next 10 months, and a slowly growing pile of receipts in a drawer.

Wedding planning, my friend, is daunting.

Apparently, regular human girls dream up their wedding and plan it a million different ways as they progress through puberty and, well, life. I never got past the dress. What can I say; I just like dresses. And now it's like the nuptial version of "If You Give A Mouse A Cookie." If you give a Kim a pretty ring, she's going to want to get married somewhere cool. If Kim chooses somewhere cool to get married, she's going to want a wedding dress that makes her butt look awesome. If she finds that dress, she'll first ask the consultant if she can walk around the entire store to check out said butt, and then she'll realize she actually wants to wear the veil with glitter trim. Do you see what my life has turned into? Can you see what I've become?

 Here's what I've we've done so far:


We set a date!

September 26, 2015, to be exact.

Let me tell you, that makes this ordeal a whole heck of a lot more real.


We found a venue!

So I crashed a wedding and took pictures of the setup. Sue me.

Story time: For three summers during my high school/college career, my dad's side of the family took family vacations to Camdenton, Missouri. Everyone stayed in condos on the lake, and we spent a week lounging on boats, water skiing, and genuinely enjoying each other's company. Afterward, we'd gather at someone's condo to eat and play Phase 10 with the cousins late into the night. Those vacations were, hands down, the best (and most relaxing) of my life. Seriously. I would cry off and on the whole way home. I'm pretty sure those days were little pieces of Missouri Heaven.

While vacationing, we stopped by this winery, Casa de Loco, which sits on a cliff and used to be an insane asylum. It wasn't officially open yet, but the owner took us on a tour of all the rooms and renovations. I loved it. And I wasn't of legal drinking age yet, so you know it must have been something special. Or it could've been the space-age showers. Who knows.

So I returned, with Leslie, fiveish years later to see if I still loved it. And, surprise, I did.

D'aw. We're so cute! Minus my half lazy eye.

Hey girl heyyyy! Guys. They have wine on tap. I want to go to there. Tomorrow.

I was being an artist (aka buzzing), so here's an artsy shot of Leslie looking off into the mosquito-filled distance.

That view. Worth it.

And then we won a grape-stomping contest, so we came back with our men and wore fancy hats to the wine tasting. And, much like those vacations, we spent the evening relaxing (drinking) and playing cards (Cards Against Humanity). It was a grand ol' time.

These are the people I choose to hang out with.

I don't have any real ties to Arkansas, my dad's side of the family still is in Illinois, my mom's side is all over the place, and let's not even get started on Jason's family. No one lives in the same spot, so we made up our own -- and it's kind of, sort of, in the middle. Ish.

We took this before we went to Casa. At a castle. Because 'Murica has castles, too.

I found a dress!

I can't say much about it because, contrary to popular belief, Jason can read. So just know that I have it, it makes my assets (lolololol butt) look great, and everyone cried. Even Caroline. Lindsey was in town, so we also went kind of bridesmaid dress shopping. I was eh about the selection at David's, but I was on a dress high so I took pictures.

Using my powers for evil. Womp womp.

We chose our wedding party!

I'm actually going to write another post about this later (with embarrassing pictures), so I'm not going to give a lot away. The important thing to take away from this is that I have a bridesman and Jason has a groomslady. Take that, social norms!


We took engagement photos!

I think I really, really like this one. Winner!

Remember all those mushy photos on Facebook that looked really well planned? That was not me. That was Leslie's saint of a friend, Heather, who owns and operates Roeh Photography. She was absolutely wonderful. She was in "go" mode the minute we met her at the first location, and I felt like I was a model. Seriously. You never know what constant interjections like "awesome" or "you look amazing" can do. You also don't know how weird it is to hear someone you've met only twice before this shout, "Okay kiss him!" or "No, really, kiss him," while pointing a really expensive lens at your face and hitting a tiny button all rapid-fire style.

When the photographer says kiss, you kiss. You don't ask questions.

I think it went well.
  

So now what?

Well, I just got these photos from Heather, so you better believe I'm looking at save-the-date postcards on Zazzle. I'm also looking for cat cake toppers. Priorities.

In conclusion...

In an attempt to hold onto my sanity, I'm going to chronicle the roller coaster of emotion that is wedding planning here. Because...why not? It's not like I have anything else to do.

Well, I'm off. It's about time to have a meltdown over color scheme. Again.

Tour de Zoo: St. Louis

Besides slapping a ring on it, Jason had some pretty cool plans for our mini stay in St. Louis. My personal favorite, by far, was our day at the St. Louis Zoo.

Quick Backstory: Early on in our relationship, the two of us learned about our mutual love for zoos and animals. We decided that one of our lifelong ambitions is to partake in a "Tour de Zoo," where we'd take a massive vacation to visit a cluster of zoos in the U.S. (I want to go abroad, too, but we have oodles of things to do before then.) Although we haven't taken our Tour yet, we have managed to visit zoos in six different states. So that's pretty cool.

The St. Louis Zoo is regarded as one of the top zoos in the country (yes, I actively look this stuff up), so I made sure we made a point to go there. Overall, I was impressed. These people know how to make a zoo look and feel like a different world, even though it's five minutes away from a major highway. And the animals. So many animals. I'd be here forever with pointless stories about all of them, but lucky for you, Jason and I made a nifty top 10 list, complete with pictures.

I know, I know; we're so hip and cool.

Top 10 Animals at the St. Louis Zoo:

10. Hippos

Forgive the glare. It's hard to get a good shot of napping hippos behind glass.

Hippos terrify me. They are, apparently, super territorial and don't want you hanging out anywhere near their land (water?), ladies, and babies. And have you seen that mouth? Huge. Loud. Terrifying.

And yet, in zoos, they just sit. On land, in the water, doesn't matter. They sit, or they sleep. It must be nice.

These hippos also were sleeping, but the enclosure was created in such a way that the hippo pod (herd? gang?) enjoyed napping against the glass, which made for some pretty awesome pictures.

Dat face, tho.

Jason also wanted me to mention that the fish were nibblin' on the hippos skin. Or dirt on the skin. Or something. And it was pretty cool to watch the circle of life happen in front of your eyes. You keep doing you, fish.

9. Goats

Look at his little goat mountain! Is he not super adorable?

I love goats too much for my own good. I will spend an hour, at least, in the goat tent at the local fair. I love watching videos of goats. I can't help it. They are cute and friendly and loving and I NEED one. I've been promised one as a wedding gift, so hopefully I don't have to wait much longer.

Would this be an appropriate time to tell you that, as a child, I let a goat out of the corral at the children's zoo at Brookfield Zoo? No? Didn't think so.

These goats were all right. The zookeeper said they were all in their mountain hut because they thought it might rain again, which was a bummer, but the ones that I got to pet were pretty cool. We said we were going to stop by on the way out, but that never materialized. The goats became yesterday's news once we saw some of the characters at this zoo.

Aww. Don't you just want to take him to a baseball game?

8. Stingrays

Note: I have no stingray photos because I a) didn't want to accidentally drop my phone in the water and b) forgot. Deal with it.

I know stingray feeding and petting are all the rage these days, but I still found this area pretty cool. They had the regular cownose rays (the ones with the cute-shaped faces) and a few massive southern stingrays (with pointy noses). The nice zookeeper lady told us to avoid feeding Zena, a pointy nose, if we were first-time feeders because she "feeds differently," which was just a nice way of saying that she kind of has to crawl up your arm and smash your hand onto the wall because her mouth is lower than the other guys. The nice zookeeper lady also told us that the rays can see your hand and choose whether to swim close enough to feel your hand on their skin, and if they really like you, they will circle around for another pat.

I watched one circle back for Jason three times. No joke. They were in love.

7. Elephants

This guy (girl?) was having a hell of time giving itself a dirt bath. Hilarious.

Never have I seen such active elephants in such a huge space. There were three or four huge areas dedicated to the family/families of elephants, and I could tell by the map that we were only seeing about half of the total space dedicated to them. And that's good because these guys are huge.

So I thought this lonely elephant was pretty cool, but it was time to move on. Suddenly, another elephant appeared. And they were being all cute, touching forehead to forehead, hugging each other's trunk...but still, I wasn't digging it. They walk away, we walk to a different area, and this magic happens...

LOOK AT NATURE'S MIRACLE!

A BABY! It was so cute and dark and cuddly. Even Jason aww-ed.

Elephants are to elephant food as I am to pierogi.

And a shout out to this elephant, who skillfully maneuvered a stream and three stepping stones to eat a pile of hay. That's dedication, friends.

6. Golden Lion Tamarin

He's a little blurry because he had places to be. All of the places. All at once.

GLTs are my favorite monkeys. Their coats are bright, they have super cute hands, and I once watched a pair of them harass a sloth. These little tykes are a sight to behold, and I audibly gasped when I noticed they were in the monkey house. (Jason was busy watching the lemurs.) I hung out with this guy for a solid 10 minutes. It was the best.

I kid you not, he was entranced by my ring.

I just Google image searched for GTL babies. Oh my word. I have been killed by cuteness.

He loved scratching himself on the glass. GLTs: they're just like us.

5. The Painter

There he is, in his natural habitat.

There was a painter painting an exhibit in the reptile house. I tried not to stare too much, but I managed to snag this picture of him. I absolutely loved the scene he was painting, and he had a good humor about the nature of his gig.

This guy really gets into his work.

It reads: The painter is a subspecies of common human beings, whose habitat ranges all over the globe. They can often be distinguished from normal humans by the paint splatters on their clothing. Painters often spend long hours applying colorful pigments onto flat surfaces. Experts have been unable to identify the evolutionary advantage of this adaptation, though there are many theories.

Hilarious. 

His name is Patrick. If you want to check him out, visit his blog here.

4. Tree Kangaroo

She looks so haggard. Poor girl.

Jason was obsessed with this animal. Seriously, he thought it was super cool. I was okay with her, but she seemed tired and sad, and I really wanted to pet the guinea pigs, so...

But then her belly moved. Not flexing or bloating. No. I'm talking a full on, alien-bursting-from-the-chest movement.

Turns out there's a joey in there. Her fifth, actually. And he's (she's?) a handful. No wonder why momma's so tired.

3. The Insectarium

I may be a little late, but you probably shouldn't read this part if you hate bugs and/or spiders.
PS- That spider is bigger than my hand. You're welcome!

So I'm not too crazy about bug houses. I enjoy looking at cool insects as long as they're not on my body, but really, there's only so much a house full of them can do for me. Or so I thought.

This insect house is massive. Everywhere you turn, there are more (and bigger) bugs to behold. Spiders and I have a love/hate relationship, and even I ogled at that huge one above. He was so cool. And so big. And so orange. He's practically the size of a Golden Lion Tamarin, so I'm sure he's fine.

I thought these spiders were big until I saw the orange guy. My bad.

I've never been so mesmerized by creepy crawlies before. I got to stand an inch away from a beautiful web and not worry about whether it was going to cling to my arm. And who knew there were so many different types of mantises?

Turns out millipedes "secrete bitter chemicals for defense." Right into Ophelia's eye.

But we're not done yet. You think you're almost done with this building, but then you see a sign for a butterfly flower garden, and how can you say no? Jason and I spent forever in there watching them flutter around. We even got a "identify the butterflies" card so we could figure out what each of them were.

Oh, you know, just hanging out on this branch here.

The owl butterfly was my favorite. Look at how detailed those wings are! Too bad I wasn't fancy enough to get a picture of them spread. Yes, I am aware that I'm a weirdo.

2. Orangutans

Sometimes I eat food under the covers, too. No shame, Orangutan Man.

If you're a fan of ape houses/exhibits, then you know that they -- orangutans, in particular -- are...well...slow. And kind of boring. And sleepy. So that's what I expected. I did not, however, expect to watch a family of orangutans eat and play around under the covers (tee hee) in beds of grassy hay stuff.

Wouldn't let me get a picture, this one.

Nor did I expect this guy to BARREL ROLL to the corner, blanket in tow. OR play peekaboo with the They were so animated and totally knew that the volunteer woman (who was a fountain of information. Seriously, keepers love us.) was talking to them. I was pleasantly surprised.

Now, for the #1 pick. Drum roll, please...

1. Chimpanzees

This guy? Also a big fan of my ring.

This guy (girl? didn't check the plumbing) looked right at me. Is this glass tinted? Does he/she know I'm there? It doesn't matter. I am convinced he looked at me. And I looked at him. And then I sat next to him -- the only thing separating us was the glass -- and I watched him. For a good 10-15 minutes.

Look at that hand, minus the dirty nails. Isn't it insane how similar we are to them?

It is amazing to me just how genetically similar we are to these creatures. How they use their hands to climb trees, find food, and pick their noses...and I can do that too! What a fascinating world we live in, to be able to learn about where we came from, in some way, from these animals. And they probably think we're the idiots, walking around and looking at them while they have an endless supply of food in a safe, predator-free habitat.

Meanwhile, Jason was on the other side of the exhibit doing this:

*facepalm*

Maybe some of us are more apelike than I thought.

The Engagement, In (Mostly) Photos

About a week ago, Jason and I took a two-tiered mini vacation. The first stop was to meet up with my (blood and chosen) families to watch one of my dearest friends, Michael (he goes by Mike, but meh), marry his now-wife, Jamee, in the-middle-of-nowhere western Illinois. It was beautiful, they did great, and I only cried a little bit.

The second stop was an extended stay in St. Louis. Based on how much he talks about it, I'd venture to say this is one of Jason's favorite cities. He'd been begging me to visit and witness the true magic of being a Cardinal fan since we started dating, so I figured I'd finally oblige. Our plan was to go to Six Flags, the St. Louis zoo, the Gateway Arch, and catch a few Cardinals games.

Oh. And apparently get engaged.

On our second day in St. Louis, we met up with Jason's brother, Chad, his sister-in-law, Kate, and their kids, Eli and Rachel, in the morning to visit the Arch. They come with camera and camcorder in tow to "take pictures of and videotape the kids." I realize now that this was at least a half lie. But at the time, I was too busy looking at the gigantic metal thing to notice.

But seriously, this thing is massive.

So we get inside, go up the tiny, yet space-age pods to the viewing area, and it's super gorgeous. Full of people, but man, what a view. I've been told this was Proposal Plan A, but Jason didn't like the crowd, so he went for Proposal Plan B.

A beautiful view of the city. And I only had to sit in a tiny pod with strangers to see it!

The other viewing area, which was lackluster. Jason really liked the casino, though. Priorities.

A wonky selfie. And look at that smug grin! He knows! That bugger knows what he's about to do and I'm all like, "Ooooh a helipad on the water! I thought it was a basketball court!"

There it is. The first stuffed bear of the west. 'Murica.

After taking in the Museum of Westward Expansion, in which the kids thought the mechanical humans were real humans and I decided I wanted to live in a teepee, we walked out to a leg of the arch to "take more pictures." I mean, I understand the parental need to document the lives of the children, but more pictures? Really? I was hungry, and I really wanted to get to the stadium to have a snack and drink watch a fantastic baseball game. But the kids are cute, and Chad and Kate are so, so nice (see that great family plug, Jason? ;) ), so a few more pictures weren't going to hurt.

And now, the main event. The documentation of our engagement. In photos.

We stand in front of the graffiti and Jason INSISTS on holding my hand like this. This is not how we take pictures. As you can see, I am so not amused.

You can tell Jason is concentrating really hard because he's clenching his fist. I'm still annoyed, but I put on a happy face for the camera.

Whoops! Jason, you've fallen. Why don't you come back up and we can take a real photo where you put your arm around me and stuff? Then we can all go get a beer!

Holy god. This is not a drill. THIS IS NOT A DRILL!

Jason's speech: Kim, you have changed my life for the better...

...I can't do this right now. I'll tell you later. Will you marry me?

So I guess I got emotional when he pulled out the ring. I don't recall this, but I don' recall much of any of it.

Typical woman. Always crying over emeralds. (Fun fact: Jason said I didn't have to shower OR worry about how I looked that day. So there I am, sweaty, smelly, ponytail full of bumps, mosquito bites all over my legs, carrying a cat wristlet, all because this guy doesn't think a proposal isn't worth a shower.)

Eh. I said yes anyway. Actually, I didn't say yes at all. I just nodded vigorously. My mom was impressed that Jason is the only person in this world to render me speechless. Way to go, dude.

Jason: Let me show you the ring again.
Me: Uhh, you know you have to put that on my hand, right?

Jason: OH RIGHT! I forgot about that.
This man would lose his head if it weren't on his shoulders.

On goes the ring.

When we hugged, Rachel shouted, "They love each other!" I am so upset that I didn't hear it.

Obligatory engagement kiss.

Close up of the gorgeous ring. And, coincidentally, my curling iron burn. Cried over that one, too.

But seriously, that Arch is huge.

Thank you again, Chad and Kate, for calming Jason's nerves and documenting my favorite Labor Day of all time. A huge shout out to Princess Kitty -- without her (and a toddler meltdown), there is a good chance I would've seen the ring box go through the metal detector. And, of course, the kiddos deserve huge hugs for being so hilarious and entertaining; I was way too busy paying attention to them to notice how nervous and tense Jason was.

And the biggest thank you for all the well wishes from our family and friends. Jason and I are so lucky to have you all, we love you, and we're excited to get this show on the road!