One of the best parties I’ve ever attended followed an absolutely wonderful saturaday with friendlyfolk.

Sunday:

Mamosas in the daytime.

Skin all covered in sunshine.

…a little cliche (by cliche I think I mean embarasing?) but lovely.

Then I went for a walk with Julie after dinner. It was rather dark and we were out and about on the carriage roads in Acadia National Park. It being dark (and us being jumpy funny folk) we got a nice scare/thrill when something rustled in the bush. We ran back the way we came, break-neck, holding hands, laughing. It was probobly a squirl, a racoon at most viscious.