This weekend was a blur, but it was an awesome blur. A beautiful spot, a group of generous, fun, silly pals, a great celebration for a great man, and more food/booze than even a group of our proclivities could consume. (Seems that we're not, in fact, young enough to eat/drink everything in the world and still function the next day. Who knew?? Getting old is indeed a bit of a beeyatch.)
The view from the back porch, Friday afternoon:
|That big expanse? Frozen lake. There were ice fishers out there on Saturday...brrr!|
|Boo, enjoying a romp in the snow.|
|Saturday freeze - ice-covered pines|
|The biggest pizza I've ever seen - note the bottle for scale.|
|The viking hat made the rounds this weekend.|
And, to boot? I actually recorded some cover tunes. Finally. And they sound only slightly horrible. Baby steps, right?
- Hot tubs in winter.
- Wool socks.