Chris invited a small group of us to his house on Cape Cod this weekend. It was sort of like a belated Independence Day celebration complete with an America cake, blue & red Jolly Rancher infused vodka, and my futurehusband in his favorite swim trunks. I hadn’t seen our friends for at least a month (most of June was spent in NJ/NYC), so it was a really good time. I also accomplished my lessons learned from Memorial Day weekend: don’t get poison ivy and don’t forget the champagne in the freezer because boom.
Rosé all day.
Vegas: my future in law’s 11 year old maltese.
Lobster roll at Clam Shack.
Great Bromances of the 21st Century.
Pretty flowers on the walk back.
Me being super excited that I finally hit the golf ball. I also intended on making my friends snap photos of me in cute outfits but I spent most of my time in this swimsuit.
Zack reading a really strange pamphlet that one of us received at a coffee shop.
Dave trying to hit Martha’s Vineyard from our spot on the beach. We all just kept reciting quotes from Happy Gilmore to each other.
Leah promised us cake.
Fire + s’mores.