We spent a night of our holiday weekend in Madison, Wisconsin, along with two good pals (also seen as “the girl with no pants,” above, which by the way, I can vouch for her shorts under that rain coat). We ate too much and drank the same. And although the day held a constant, obnoxious rain, we still managed to walk along every block downtown, while weaving in and out of the Taste foot traffic. By 3 am, we were hit with an unexpected wave of nostalgia as we mingled amongst the University students, chowed on late night sandwiches, and finally, hit the hotel beds. It was a little too fun, and I remembered that I’m too old to be up so late.
Of course I spent Monday doing non-stop mini projects around the home, because I am, as we know, slightly insane. Scott, on the other hand, took to a morning bike ride – only to come home and help me tie up said projects. Ah, what a guy.