It’s kind of wild how in just a blink of an eye you’re turning 30, living in a new city and attending yet another wedding. Do you ever look back and think, hum… should that be ME walking down the aisle. Is there such a thing as a perfect man? I’m still curious about that question myself, but at least I’m attending yet another wedding in the most perfect wedding guest dress and shoes. That has to count for something, right?