there was a brief visit from two of my
roommate's dearest friends from North Carolina.
Long walks, 10K's (not by me, let it be known), head lamps, and grilling parties ensued.
Also, a one-ton cookie cake was forced upon us in ways that I'm still recovering from.
In short, it was a wonderful reprise from the typical Friday/Saturday combination that
generally involves (for me) netflix binges, paper-writing, and deep longings
for hamburgers with cheese. Or, you know, cheeseburgers.
p.s. I realize that I'm not actually in any of these pictures,
but that's because I am allergic to the camera.
Or at least I was this weekend.
p.p.s. Sorry to all the Tarheel fans in the world. I tried to care. I really, really did.