Oh, what a glorious weekend!
Filled with music,
and a semi-decent trail run wherein my hamstring threatened to cut me with a shiv and there was a high school girls' cross country team out training and I passed every one.
Oh, teen age girls. You may have the world's most adorable hamstrings but I have the mind of an aging assassin.
Feeble, yet ruthless.
There was a dinner party...
filled with yummy things to eat,
pretty things to drink,
and some of my most favorite hooligans.
Then it was time to get up and go...
but if the mismatched socks are any indication, I do believe this will be another grand year of school.