mr. a-go-go & I got hitched eight years ago at the John B. Mulholland Fountain near Griffith Park. It was a bit of a guerilla wedding or perhaps a smidge flash-mobbish as we simply showed up and got hitched. On that very day we took the leap and so we return to the fountain every year and leap again.
This year we found our fountain tucked behind a chain link fence. Drats! We made do anyway and managed to jump once or twice even. And darn my unfortuante shirt....sigh. Nothing says lovin' like a belly hanging out of a shirt. I know I should have added a tucked in tank to the ensemble. Oh well...lucky or me, belly out or not, mr. a-go-go still is quite smitten and I am just as smitten with him.