“It takes me 12 months to like a picture of myself”

“Can you take a picture of us?” we asked the young unsuspecting gentleman at the table next to us. While I’m generally bad about remembering to snap pictures, this was my last girls night…as a Louisville resident…with two of my oldest friends. It was a capture worthy moment.

“Sure,” he responded with a grin as he pushed back his chair and stood up to walk around to our table.

He had a huge task in front of him: Continue reading