|The Tea House|
|Too. Damn. Good.|
(Pic from Katie)
*Not 50k because I'm not insane
And I got a new pair of fatty fat skis for my powder-centric future plans.
Every Friday night at camp the musically endowed counselors set up on the deck and perform for an hour, and every Friday night I stand at the huge window overlooking the lake, in my palatial office, and watch the show, and every Friday night the musicians finish with a rousing rendition of "American Pie", and every Friday night everyone dances and sings along, staff and toddlers and grandfathers and surly teenagers and tipsy soccer moms, and every Friday night, despite the disturbing sense of deja vu, the communal happiness and wistfulness at the week's end is palpable, even from the second floor. And then the sun sets and every Friday night, it's the most beautiful thing ever.
(Pic from Merril)
|The view from work|
(Pic from Nichole)