Four really wonderful days and all I have to show for them are these blurry iPhone snaps.
For the second year in a row I scored a seat at a Wheeler Thanksgiving. There was falling snow and so much pie. There was country music and a time when a nearly-almost-just about-college grad bought my Bud Lite. There were laughs and love and I feel honored to have been a part of it. I also feel honored to have been trusted with a viewing those home videos. Oh. Man.
& then DC…
R planned maybe the best RLK Bday Weekend yet. We walked all over Mount Pleasant and bought matching pajamas. We dined at Casa Luca and seat-shimmied to Brian Setzer. We went to CORE POWER YOGA and had boyfriend-made brunch (those were magic potatoes). We went ice skating and wrote pre-30 bucket lists and shared an empanada and said, “look at the that building, isn’t it gorgeous?” Then we went to 14th street bars and finished the night Google-ing “how far to the risotto ball place.” We watched The Duggars.
Five years in the books, girls. Ours is a friendship fueled by tradition and Prosecco. We can talk about temporary cities, education policy, bachelorette parties, The Aristocats, and duck ragu — I love you both so very much.