I went to my 10 year high school reunion this weekend. It was tons of fun. I've always thought ours was a particularly lovely class, and it was really grand seeing everyone who was there. I missed those who weren't.
Some of us have become parents.
Some of us remain children.
Hannah and Henry-the-dog on the lawn.
Bocce ball game (Abby Road, much?)
Sunday, June 26, 2011
Friday, June 24, 2011
Out of the frying pan...
Thursday, June 16, 2011
Happy birthday, Linton!
Tasties
Inspired by cousin Andy, this has been on my to-try list for over a year. However, I found the recipe completely intimidating. Homemade ginger ale, followed by instructions to macerate fruit to make a consomme - what does it all mean?? But recently I got over it and took my bad self to the kitchen. Holy Toledo it was so worth it.
After having the little cocktail around for just a day it has been dubbed a 'tasty'. You've got to try this thing; go make some for yourself. Better yet come over to my house and save yourself the trouble.
After having the little cocktail around for just a day it has been dubbed a 'tasty'. You've got to try this thing; go make some for yourself. Better yet come over to my house and save yourself the trouble.
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Crumble, or is it crisp?
Dates
Sunday, June 12, 2011
North Sound Brewing
We had never been to North Sound Brewing, so had to try a sampler of beers. My favorite was the imperial IPA, yummy. After we went home and both took a two hour nap - very soporific beers.
Thursday, June 9, 2011
More post party pictures
Laurel's Bachelorette party
Because I didn't take my camera out with us on the night, I only have before pictures...
And after pictures...
We had such a fun night out. We saw a show, went for drinks where Laurel arm wrestled us all into submission, and danced (I'd link to the dancing too, but at that point I have no idea where we were).
And after pictures...
We had such a fun night out. We saw a show, went for drinks where Laurel arm wrestled us all into submission, and danced (I'd link to the dancing too, but at that point I have no idea where we were).
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