|It's this sunny outside, and it has been since last week. Outrageous.|
Song of the day: Go Outside, Cults
Owen and Celia came by last Saturday for Brunch. It was the first 'full' day of absurdly nice weather, so we went for a walk around Burgess Park afterward. There were hundreds - if not thousands - of people out in the Park. Every BBQ pit was taken, people had tents set up, there were birthday parties happening, there were soccer games being played (O&C both couldn't believe people would actually be playing in 'this weather - too hot'), and lots of people were huddled around fishing poles at the 'lake' on the east end of the park.
|Making power moves.|
|The best way to welcome guests: a big plate of 'streaky' bacon.|
|I really do have a knack for capturing the most flattering candid shots.|
|O&C refused to let me clean. Pretty awesome.|
|This man was harvesting cherries form one of the many cherry trees lining the park's walkway.|
We decided to abandon the 'pavement' and walk through the tall grass.
|The Shard from a distance.|
|We ambled around for over an hour.|
|This doesn't do justice to the amount of people that were in the park. Not by a long shot.|
|Owen was surprised that there were real BBQ pits in the park. (Surprised that the council spent money on something people actually wanted to use)|
And then we saw it. The ice cream truck. Nothing goes better with a post-brunch hot summer's stroll than a bit of ice cream.
|I'm sure this man made a killing on Saturday.|
As we were walking back to the house, Celia noted that we'd "be seeing a lot of pink people walking around on Monday". She was right. Nearly everyone I saw this week was recovering from their first weekend spent in the sun in countless months. The skin tone of many folks in this city is analogous to that of a deep-sea fish [read: translucent]. I'm not sure any amount of sunscreen would've worked for some of London's population.
Sunday was much the same. I spent the evening in the house, reading, but was bombarded with the sounds of countless outdoor dinners, BBQs, and dance parties.
|You can't quite tell, but there's 3 events across the street and a dinner in the garden below me.|
I came home at 9pm on Monday night and walked straight to the windows to open them up (it's so hot that you've got to have the windows open if you don't want to sweat). As I did so, some new tenants on the ground floor of the new building were sitting in their living room, staring back at me. We shared a unique moment wherein we were staring at each other before we realized we were being stared at. Does that make sense? Like - I was looking at them, thinking, 'oh, I can see right into their living room', but immediately afterward, I thought, 'oh, they can see right into my living room!' We exchanged awkward waves. They closed their blinds.
Afterward, I thought it was probably better for me that they closed their blinds, because now I can keep mine open! The precedent has been set; I get privacy because they blinked first.
|I had a friend by to watch this guy win Wimbledon. He was much more excited than I, naturally.|
Let's take it back to the old school with a FaceTime break:
|Kenz and Charlie about to celebrate July 4th (on the 5th)|
|Dixon and Monroe, cooking dinner|
|MOMA & Tom, bickering about Tom's ability to effectively summarize a story for MOMA.|
|Kenz in Pittsburgh|
|Jamie, Lucy, and Kikster eating breakfast.|
|She's as messy as I am.|
|Kenz in NYC, trying to wake up.|
|Kenz surprising Josh with a lil FaceTime attack in Boston.|
|I'm green with envy that I wasn't there.|
I recognize I'm stealing her thunder with this next picture, but I have to. Since it'd been raining in Knoxville, Kenz was trying to figure out good 'American' things to do with Annie that could be done indoors. I recommended Cold Creek Armory. They shot guns. It was the first time Annie had ever held a gun, much less shoot one. They took aim at zombie targets.
One afternoon this week, I was giving Kenz grief about waking up at 9am while she was in NYC. Thinking I was being funny, I laid it on a bit too thick [read: I was a butthole]. That afternoon, as I was explaining to Owen that I probably 'went too far', he suggested I go find "those vouchers" I made her for our second anniversary. I emailed one to her:
|"It's best to eat crow warm."|
|I did run into another fox on my walk home last night.|
I've saved the best news for last:
I don't have a picture yet, but I'm an uncle once again! Galileo Dale Sanders was born at 12:29am this morning. Congratulations, Lisa (and thanks, Sandy, for sending the good-news-email), and welcome to the family, little Leo! May you grow up with less hostility toward the Massachusetts snow than your mother.
That's it for this week. Thanks for reading. Have a good weekend and don't forget Kenz's post (below this one)!
P.S. And thank you, Pierce & Garnett, for showing me why the NBA is awesome.