there are no pictures, thank god, of friday night which was soaked in champagne and cognac (never again) or of saturday's recovery, but here's the rest of the weekend--the oyster roast, the kafe haus, the lake. also, mamie, how strange you picked that poem when i have been similarly obsessed with it recently.
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several things:
give me kimi's baby! no! give me kimi's baby...
also, there's a mike huckabee ad on our blog. screw you, hannah, and your capitalist inclination. i hope google's cutting you a fat check.
also, ALSO...you do this on purpose. it's like this: everything in my person is telling me to pack a bag and come to wilmington and then, then, this slide show. it's all good-friends-and-cake-and-kan-growing-out-her-bangs-and-toggle-coats-and-bread-for-the-birds.
hate you.
(kicks empty starbucks cup and wipes desk clear of new york times.)
:)
pack a bag!!! GET HERE!!
Perfect life. That's what it looks like. Oh, yes.
i can't just "get there." one of has to support this growing family.
also: bourdain was in vancouver last night. please?????? can we? tojo's! prettiness! safe haven country! it'd be, like, a (swallows) compromise.
i've never been to canada!! let's do it.
Your life simply can't actually be like that. It's not possible.
Nice pics, yo. That last one of Aaron is really great.
I agree with Daisy. Or, if it is, I want in!!!!!!
it's not. by a long shot. i just like to fool you by taking pics of pretty people :)
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