As briefly mentioned last Friday, we spent this past weekend relaxing – and eating and celebrating and a whole lotta walking. For real, all our wandering and dancing has left me with sore soles and aching dogs, so to speak. A childhood friend’s wedding in Baltimore brought us and a few pals out east (hi, Jill and Kat!), and we took full advantage of the sun and warmth. From Baltimore, we spent a day in Washington D.C. and the following afternoon in Annapolis, soaking in the sweet vitamin D. It was too fun, and we want to go back, like, right now.
We’re still catching up – yeah, we know it’s Thursday – and I admittedly didn’t take as many photos as I would have liked. Considering the camera was my appendage for 3 days, I’m really not sure how that happened. Eh, regardless, here are a few random things you may notice, aside from the already randomness that is this collection: I, for some reason or another, really like parking meters (as also seen in Beverly Hills, right here). I think it’s because they’re so different in every city (you’ll notice now if you haven’t before). I have more photos of the Washington Monument than anything else (the only 5 minutes it rained during the entire trip), and folks in Annapolis really like their scooters!
And as much as we would have loved to smuggle a case of Yuengling on our flight home (you east coast folk are some lucky ducks), we didn’t come home empty handed. While we don’t have your yummy brew, we did, however, make out with some unique wedding swag. And because I don’t really know what else to call it, I’d like you to meet our new hunk of wood.
Um, how flippin’ sweet is this guy? Used in the wedding as the centerpiece, each table had a cluster of peony-stuffed mason jars displayed atop Mr. Hunk. Each “plate” of wood was cut and glazed with polyurethane by our friend Josh. Simple and darn cute, I’d say.
After losing a round of hot potato (with a champagne glass as our veggie, no less) to determine who would be so lucky to snag el hunko, fate ran it’s course. (Dramatic? I don’t think so.) When our table’s winner didn’t want to fuss with packing her treasure for the flight home, we snapped it right up. A bit eagerly, too.
And we know exactly where it’s going to go (more on that later; come on now). We’re kind of weirdly obsessed with Hunk. So much so, that he’s apparently become a proper noun in the course of this post. Eee!