This weekend was one of the best I've ever had.
Friday three friends and I forsook the gas prices, bought some caffeinated mints, and hit the open road for a little adventure to the westernmost part of the state.
It was so fun.
Kenny and Melissa built a lovenest in the back seat.
Josh tried to drive but I kept taking pictures.
We were so excited. We accidentally thought we were on our way to Disneyland.
Aaand finally we made it to Seattle. Where we discovered our long-lost brother, Jordan. He's leaving for Brazil for two years. For some odd reason. So we had to go stay with him.
...And Melissa worked her magic on him. Too.
Oh. And me. Actually, I think everyone fell in
love with her at one point on the trip.
And SEATTLE was SO awesome!
We made friends with people on the street and I got to see my childhood sweetheart, Carly.
(Even though we could only seem to take ugly awkward pictures...)
And the ride home was full of much joy. And snuggling of course.
Did I mention I enjoyed myself immensely?
Love, rye chips, and hobos,
I want to carry you
and for you to carry me
the way voices are said to carry over water.
Just this morning on the shore,
I could hear two people talking quietly
in a rowboat on the far side of the lake.
They were talking about fishing,
then one changed the subject,
and, I swear, they began talking about you.