"that's my buddy, there he is...my buddy."
after i took this picture, my father...the copycat, got down and took the same one. the picture of him stealing my picture is more interesting then the picture i took.so clearly, i am home. day one was a bbq to celebrate my dad's marriage (for everyone who could not come to turks). i refused to take pictures b/c i wanted to enjoy myself without being camera lady (a title that i usually do not mind, but i was not down for it saturday). by around 8:30-9pm, my home looked like a frat house...jello shots, a bazillion kappas, crabs (woot, woot), empty hennessy bottles, and a noise level that was beyond unacceptable. any who, i digress...b/c my grandpa was in town- we took him to the Vietnam memorial to find his friends name...so here we are.
disclaimer- this is a washingtonians/DMVers most hated chore. WE CAN NOT STAND THE MALL. but since i love this man (my grandfather)...i did the unmentionable and toured the monuments.
adam simpson.
once again. stepped in front of my picture. he is lucky i love him...
love it.i can not put into words how good it feels to be home.
b.
[curtis mayfield; no thing on me (cocaine song)]
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