Two's Company

This weekend I had some company. A familiar face c/o Kalamazoo came straight from D.C. Yes, that's exactly what I mean. Dear Darling is staying in D.C. for the summer teaching inner city kids how to swim and used his proximity to Philadelphia as an excuse to see a new city and catch up with me.

Chris doesn't play guitar. He flicks strings and sings about my non-existant ex-boyfriends and "Eating fucking sherbert"

Apparently Ethiopian food can double as mask-making material, who knew?

Eyes gallery is always good for a photo op.

Sacagewea did nothing to deserve such blatent disrespect.


Somewhere between the beer, walking, artwork and did I mention walking? there was a lot of laughing. A LOT of laughing.

What's not to love about that?