Urban Family Weekend
Diesel, Chantal and Bianca - thanks for stopping by! Next weekend in Boston, where there is always room for one more in the hide-a-bed.
'Member this?:
Photo shoots and the need for documentation.
"I always feel like a woman when I sleep on fitted sheets."
There is the distinct possibility that Chantal's co-worker is on crack.
"Je suis fatigue." "Did you just call me fat?"
Taylor the Latte Boy.
Dilemmas of purpose, singleness, emotions (or lack thereof), Patagonia, moving away and moving in...
Smelling tea in Moustache.
Many varieties of pie.
Coffee pot, satchel and hat searchin'.
Old man knitting in the window of the Point.
Piercing our noses (or at least pretending to consider it).
Japanese porn restaurant redeemed only by it's cotton candy machine.
Interpretive dance with brown paper napkins and Jessica Simpson ("explore the space!")
The downside of the Upside of Anger (next time: Phat Girlz)
Would you rather marry a man named Gerard or a man named Nancy?
Brazilian Espresso - a happy accident.
Psalm 138.
"Amazing love! How can it be that Thou, my God shouldst die for me..."
"The doorstep to the temple of wisdom is a knowledge of our own ignorance." -Spurgeon
The best crouton ever.
"Fantastic" and "offensive."
Sized up by Ralph on Orchard Street.
Egg Creams give our origins away to the older lady.
Tambourine and maracas.
Love,
KP
2 comments:
gosh i wish i was a part of this weekend! rock on, girls! ;) miss you.
i also live by the motto "spray the bugger with whatever is close at hand."
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