Picture(s) of the week

These images captured my heart this week. One, a photo from our annual Thanksgiving potluck dinner by my friend Ally of A Seaman's Catch of yours truly and my man-friend. The 2nd, a picture of our namesake from the new, breathtaking Art of the America's wing at the MFA. The final is a horse I met in New Hampshire. He was really, really big.

Happy Tuesday kiddos.

 

Hey, hey! Happy Birthday

Dearest Partner in Crime,

Happiest of birthdays as you begin your 2nd quarter century! I'm honored to live here with you and experience adventures with you. We have quite a ball!

Here's to another great year, filled with exciting travels and adventures: Paris, blogs, Newport Folk Festival, and more and more and more.

Excited to play tonight!

10/10/10

Sorry I've been neglecting you little blog. I promise to be better. For now, this picture is all. It was a really fun wedding! Congrats again to Meghan and Jason!

So Many Happies

Little Flower School

Dutch tulips

Other things that make me happy this Friday: 

Assissi

Pink & Navy

A-brewing

Things feel like they are a-brewing around here. 

Lots of fun and exciting things from every angle. 

Last Minute Change of Plans

From this: 

To this: 

So I'll enjoy one of these:

Catching a baseball is just so American & summertime & happiness, especially when you can walk home from Fenway. 

PS Happy 26th anniversary to my two favorite parents!

Jesus Walks

I was fortunate enough to go to Paris with my lady friends earlier this year. It was as dreamy and romantic as I imagined, but we tackled the city at this impossibly break-neck pace that left us shattered from exhaustion. I mean, destroyed. On our final day, we woke up, dragged ourselves downstairs for breakfast, then crawled back upstairs for a post-breakfast nap (a real low-point in my life). Somehow, we mustered the energy to go out where we were forced to sit several times inside the Louvre before coming home and taking a substantial pre-nap dinner.

What caused this madness? Maybe the drinking, maybe our ambition, or maybe the Jesus Walks. Yes, everyone lies about Paris. You'll arrive at your Metro stop only to learn that you'll need to walk several city blocks underground. Hey Liars! Then that's not where the stop is. In some stations, they have those moving sidewalks like they do at the airport, except underground.

Regardless, hilarity ensued as we trekked through the city. Always, always walking far farther then we expected.

My little Rach-Face.

I die for these colored ouef containers. Also, my favorite french word is 'ouef'.

Rach, I love this photo. Great perspective.

My dreams look like this. No joke. Paris looks so ethereal.


Obligatory. Let me tell you about the men who are selling shit under the Eiffel Tower and who said to me "Jiggy-jiggy sex?" I had no idea how to respond, so we laughed and quickly walked away.

Pure, unadulterated happiness. Until the moment the door opened which was pure, unadulterated panic and sent me running away to hide.

This is how I remember the Louvre.

Let's please, please discuss these pants. They are fanTAStic.


Kevin Costner in concert? Strangest thing I've ever seen.

This is the view my poor roommates had for days.