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...this fucking amazing picture. Hahaha. Look at Fatty's eyebrows!
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I don't get to see my babygirl much these days, but we'll be a sweet dream like cake and ice cream until...um, until I guess one of us is dead.
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Before heading over to their new hotel, we piled into the van and went over to...(ps - Hey Dan, close your mouth)
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the drive back was uneventful. Fatty and I rokked.
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We woke up early on Saturday morning, thought about skiing for a half-day, but when Fatty informed us that his pulled muscle still really hurt, it was the only excuse we needed to reset the alarm for noon and go back to sleep. We made it into the car a little before 1pm and started driving to Boston for Seth's surprise party.
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Check out my blinging imitation Oakley Blades. You're wet, aren't you? (PS - Sarah pointed out that my dad looks like the dad from the Family Guy and I haven't been able to look at him without smiling since).
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Fast forward several hours later: After we'd finished loading up all of Liz's stuff into the truck (Frank's was already in there), Frank, Fatty and Liz drove the truck over to their new apartment. There being no room in the truck, and their new apartment only a short distance away, we decided to walk over. We were making pretty good time until...
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Me and Sid.
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Me in the sun.
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So remember how I said these weren't no pussy horses? As soon as we got them on the open trail, they all started galloping. That's right: not a trot, not a canter, a full-on fucking gallop. Holy shit, I almost did something in my pants that would've put Dashiell to shame. Here's a pic Grant managed to take of me right as we all finally managed to slow them down.
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We bid our lovely condo a fond farewell and piled into our sweet, lil' rental one last time.
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I totally forgot to mention that the temperature had dropped sharply from the previous day and was in the low 50s, which might not sound too cold, but when you're riding a scooter at 50mph with no gloves, it's almost unbearable. Here's me using the exaust to defrost my frozen lil' phalanges.
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Our bellies full of warm doughnut, we hit the open road. We decided to take a 45 km backroads trip to check out the bad-ass Arkadi Monastery and then from there, if we had enough light, ride another 25 km and check out the Melidoni Caves.
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Me upon realizing that my grandparents are older than the buildings that you see in the background.
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After our busy day of swimming and napping, we headed over to one of the nearby beach restaurants for some lunch. Chris and me.
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While Chris and I goofed around with our cameras,
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For whatever reason, I only took one photo all day on Saturday; of Fatty and I going sunglasses shopping after our brunch. Dig my new look?
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Emily and me in the backseat.
day off upstate
September 12, 2003
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Me and an Elvis-lipped Tara.
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U-S-A! U-S-A!
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...and me with my beach hair.
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Hey lover of "Pietro,"
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I put the hat on, the shades on and then I did the robot. Top that! Top that! Top that-th-th-that, th-that, that!
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We ended up eating across that street at some god-awful, faux, Tex-Mex place where the bill was like $65 for the three of us to eat lunch. Lunch! Sixty-five bones! Bah!
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On Saturday Grant, Sarah and I woke up to a beautiful sunny day and scrambled to get out to our secret beach as fast as we could.
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Rrrroooooooox-anne. You don't have to put on the red light.
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For the sake of posterity, we set up the cam on the dash again to capture the crew at the end of our journey.
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Thelma & Louis (hehe) on the run. (Look at Louis in the background...see that serious face he's making? Yeah, that's because instead of enjoying the ride, he was responding to emails via his Blackberry messenger.)
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Check out Jack in the background. What's tougher than this pic?