When you only get 2 days in paradise, you’d better be imbibing your brains out. My parents proved to be fantastic hosts, from the Belgian waffles and late-night Italian subs to an array of beverages, their identities holding fast to the arms of the clock, split fairly between the four of us.
A weekend in review:
[Rob nervously approached this potentially expired champagne, but it proved delicious and was a great segue into an afternoon nap.]
[Poolside champagne and Bellinis—worked sort of like an aristocratic NyQuil for Carey’s cold.]
‘Twas a wedding weekend, too.
[V&Ts by the St Johns River. This wedding was a turning point in our path toward maturity—every drink we ordered we asked for “light.” Methinks they were implicitly told to lubricate the guests, because “light” barely translated.]
The perfect lunchtime companion:
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Happy (non-)Labor Day.