It may be pointless to post about my weekend
when it's now the weekend after.
I care not. So willkommen to my memories of last week, friends.
One of C's best friends was in town, so a reunion of sorts ensued.
The lack of seating in our apartment means that outdoor foldy chairs come in handy for the extra butts.
Lap of luxury, folks. Don't be jealous.
You cannot hide from my camera's sneaky lens.
Well, maybe ya can.
At one of our bar stops, Salvador Darling on Queen, the table had this lovely skin under the glass.
Cool or creepy, I've not yet decided. Thoughts?
I tend to post only the very best couple shots. You know... the ones where we both look like we made the kind of faces that our mothers always warned would "stay that way"?
A blurry end to the night.
And an evil-eyed goodbye.