We had a long Saturday night of partying, where we made some new friends and found out sometimes I can kick ass at darts. I'd thought Friday was a fluke - who knew? Sunday was spent grocery shopping and cleaning. Basically recouperating. And good gawd it makes me feel old just to type that.
So, when Nikki sent me a text on Monday inviting us to the fireworks, it seemed perfect.
The weather was amazing.
After stopping at Friday's for some really bad for us food (mmmm...) we walked through the midway they had set up, smelling elephant ears and roasted corn. I haven't had fair food in forever and it looked like heaven.
I double dog dared Pete to climb on the huge inflatable slide. He didn't take the bait, but I sooooo wanted pictures of that.
We crossed the street behind the booths and found a secluded area with benches and not many people around. Just some older photographers setting up for the show.
Pete and I talked for hours about my sister's wedding, and our wedding, where we're headed in our careers. It was relaxed and wonderful to cuddle with him and stare at the flowers.
A while later, Nikki met up with us, new puppy in tow. Puppies are the most fun thing ever, I think, and Mr. Winchester is no exception. Just a tiny little bundle of too-much energy and love.
A little while later, the fireworks started.
We drove home with the windows open, singing along to cheesy songs and enjoying the warm breeze.
Oh, Summer. Can I kiss you?
[more pictures over on my Flickr stream]
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