engaged!

on the afternoon of Friday, July 27th, 2012, Rob successfully outplanned a planner and pulled off the greatest surprise of all time.

grab a drink and find somewhere comfy to settle in, this story's kind of a long one...

the decision:
about two weeks prior, I'd been on the phone with a dear friend explaining the big reason we sadly wouldn't be able to attend her best friend from college's wedding: flights were too expensive.  it was shaping up to be about $600 each, and we were trying to be responsible and save that cash for a longer, more intentional trip later in the year.  all parties involved were pretty bummed about it.  I literally hung up the call with her, and Rob's phone rang...on the other end was his Dad, asking if we planned to use a Southwest voucher he'd sent us via email a couple months back.  the Fox boys fly often, so we'd assumed it'd been used when he'd gone to LA or when Rob's bro Brian had come to visit us in Chicago.  apparently it was still up for grabs, and would expire soon.  a sign that we should be Cali-bound?!  yup.

from what I'm told, the gears started turnin', and Rob decided that California was a more appropriate place than Chicago for a proposal: we're new to the Windy City and don't have much sentimental connection there just yet, California would allow things to be more predictable, and Rob realized that we'd be able to share the news with many more loved ones in person if we took the plunge 'at home'.

*****

the ring:
I've dealt with a lot of friends getting hitched.  I've planned a handful of bachelorette parties.  I've even been a part of a proposal.  I've attended countless weddings.  however, its no surprise to anyone to learn that we were a bit gun-shy about marriage, although we both knew we were in it for the long haul.  we've both dealt with divorces in our families, and with our jetsetter mindset and Rob's MBA program, we'd never really been settled enough to even consider it.  with that, I can truthfully say that I never really gave much thought to what I wanted in an engagement ring.  call me a liar if you want to, I just knew I wanted something different and that it should be cushion cut, the sparkliest of them all.  so when Rob called up Summer, expecting that she'd simply send him a link and a size, she ... um ... came up short.  (insert panic gif here)  she did some sly digging at me, and he secretly traced my longtime right-hand ring while I was sleeping.  in hindsight, there was exactly one instance when I was gchatting with each of them when I was on sudden radio silence, but otherwise, I was totally in the dark.

Rob visited an area of Chicago called Jeweler's Row, and just wasn't feelin' it.  it seemed a bit smarmy and he wasn't interested in the hassle...so off to the diamond masters at Tiffany he wandered.  on his first of three visits, he kept his earbuds in his ears and just wandered, hoping not to be bothered.  one of the employees approached him and asked "excuse me, do you go to Thunderbird?" thanks to a clue from the polo he'd been wearing.  they got to chatting, and Rob learned that her name was Melanie and that her boyfriend is currently working toward his MBA and is part of one of the same rotational programs that Rob applied for a couple years back.  meant to be?  methinks yes.  Rob told Melanie what he knew I'd want in a ring: a cushion cut aquamarine.  she kindly explained that aquamarines are very soft and don't make for good center stones unless they're surrounded with sturdier metal/stones.  he knew I wouldn't love a SuperBowl-lookin' ring, and ixnayed the aquamarine on the spot.  they looked briefly at a couple of options.  there was no pressure from Melanie, and she gave Rob her card to get back in touch if/when he decided that he'd like her help.

when he decided everything was a 'go', he headed back to the store only to discover that Melanie was off that day (naturally, right?!).  instead, he worked with one of the managers, Krissy.  as I understand it, choosing the band was a cake walk, but he spent over an hour deciding between three different diamonds, all within .01-carat of one another, even enlisting the similarly small hands of a different Tiffany employee as a size guide.  thorough.  and typical of my man.  once he'd finally decided on my rock, he had another hoop to jump through: getting the ring sized.  which typically takes 10-14 days and is only done by the New York store.  no exceptions.  it was Monday.  we were due to leave for California on Thursday morning, which is obviously significantly fewer than 10-14 days.  because she's so rad and liked Rob a lot, Krissy pulled some major strings and managed to get a 2-day sizing turnaround.

those two days passed, and it was Wednesday.  Krissy, Melanie and Rob had been in touch via email about when my ring would be back in store for pick up.  with the best of intentions, Rob let them know that he'd probably arrive around 4:30p or 5p.  in typical fashion when you've got a deadline, something came up at work and he received a call from Krissy at 5:55p, saying she hoped she wasn't pressuring him, that everything was okay, and asking if he was on his way or if he'd head in before Thursday's flight.  since we were due to fly at 8:20a, Thursday wasn't an option!  he slammed his laptop shut and hauled ass across town while they (graciously) kept the store open for him.  he arrived as security guards were procedurally escorting employees out of the store for the night - ack!  once he had the ring safely in his possession, he managed to get home and unbeknownst to me, pack it in his suitcase among some of my things.  trickster.

*****

the proposal:
there's a beautiful rose garden in San Jose where Rob and I used to often meet for lunch on workdays.  we'd have a euro-style picnic: snag a couple hunks o' bread and cheese and some deli meat, a bag of pistachios and something salad-y.  when he suggested we fit a Rose Garden picnic into our 'free' time on Friday afternoon, I thought nothing of it because it wasn't at all unusual.

after a morning run and a (much-needed) visit to the chiropractor, we stopped at a little Italian deli near the Rose Garden for the requisite sammies and snacks.  when we arrived at the Garden, we giggled at the quincinera photoshoot and headed to 'our' bench...only to find someone else's stuff on it.  again, this was not at all unusual, and I suggested we sit elsewhere to eat.  after finding a different bench in the shade, Rob claimed that he needed to use the restroom and took off in the direction of our bench, only to reappear seconds later saying "some crazy lady is moving the stuff off of our bench...come on!!!".  after he was happily settled in the right place, we ate and chatted as usual.

its very common for us that one will say "close your eyes and put out your hands" for a little surprise.  we've done this forever...and usually its something silly like the CDs we've borrowed from the library to burn and return, or a little piece of candy, or a goofy little trinket.  so when Rob asked me to assume the position for the first of two surprises, I thought nothing of it (again) and was presented with two little caramels.  I was then told to close my eyes and put out my hands for the second surprise, so I did...

I heard rummaging, and Rob asked a couple times, "are your eyes closed?", which sent me into a mini-rant on how I can't understand why people would want to ruin their own surprises and how people that hunt for hidden Christmas gifts in the house boggle my mind and yaddayaaadaayadda.  I went so far as to lift up my sunglasses to show him that my eyes were, in fact, closed.  neener neener.

my hands were out, my eyes were closed, and nothing was happening...or so I thought.  when Rob (finalllly!) told me to open my eyes, there he was on one knee with the most gorgeous and perfect ring I've ever seen.  the first words out of my mouth?!  "oh. shit."  all class, all the time over here.  after a few nice words, I got to reply "of course" and hug my new fiance!

after squeezing him like crazy, Rob wiggled out of the hug and stepped to the side a bit so I could see that we'd had two photographers capture the entire thing!  he'd been in cahoots with Summer and (her new fiance!) Chambers to have the entire proposal documented.  their disguises were so good that I literally didn't recognize them for about 10 seconds.  there was much hollering and hugging.  to celebrate, Chummers had picked up mini bottles of wine and some of our favorite Psycho Donuts.  and the self-proclaimed 'uncraftiest of them all' Sum made the cutest little banner to commemorate the event.  absolute perfection.

gardeners extraodinaire (is it any surprise I didn't recognize them?!?!  really?!)

despite their best efforts, there was not a drop of miniature champagne to be found in all of San Jose...so we 'settled' for moscato.  I think it's better that way.

clockwise: key lime pie (my fave), passionfruit (Sum's fave), kooky monster (Rob's fave), custard-filled something (covered in Oreos, so Rob's fave), Spiderman, Elvis (Chambers' fave; bacon + pb + banana + jelly)

*****

hindsight is 20/20:
- the bags on our bench when we arrived were theirs, and I definitely should have recognized one of them!
- the night before, when we were talking with Summer and Chambers about their upcoming wedding, Chambers got a goofy ass look on his face when I said 'if we ever get married...'
- when I was getting ready for the day, I whined that my hair was out of control and pulled it back into a French braid.  I randomly asked "does this hairstyle look dumb?  I feel like I should be riding a horse or something".  these boys  are sweet, but usually the opposite of helpful in style situations.  both immediately replied: "um, it is a little...equestrian looking...??"
- while I was sitting on the bench with my eyes closed and hands out, ranting about snoopy people, I pulled up my sunglasses to show Rob that my eyes were closed.  his quick reply of "put your sunglasses down" was a nice way of expressing that "we don't want pics of you looking dumb"
- the aforementioned gchat radio silence + random email from Summer were  for info harvesting purposes 
- the Friday before Summer and Greg got engaged, I publicly posted a subliminal message subtly referencing the rad Sunday that was ahead.  Sum told me that, at the time, she was pisssssssed at my gif choice, but it all made sense after she got engaged.  so what did she do?!  mimicked me, hardcore.  except hers was under the guise of just being excited that we'd be home for a Friday Fat Night, so I thought nothing of it.  I really shoulda known...but I'm glad I didn't.

*****

other:
with all the excitement surrounding getting engaged and sharing the news, things still haven't really sunk in yet.  it might be in part because we've spent approximately 22 total hours together as fiance and fiancee (the spelling.  why?!?), but we're really excited to celebrate together this weekend.  

my ring was a little snug (left hand = fat hand), so we sent her off for resizing yesterday (sniffle)...but again, Krissy is working magic and I should have it back on Saturday :]

I am over-the-moon pumped to marry the coolest guy I know.  he constantly surprises me, but I don't think this one can be topped.  I'm so unbelievably lucky and happy and grateful.  we don't know much yet, just that it won't be your average wedding, it likely won't be in the US, and that we're looking forward to making the whole thing very 'us'.  yay!!!

oh hai!

We're up at a fabulous cabin up in Tahoe this weekend, and here's proof:


I spent today people-watching at the lodge of Sierra at Tahoe while Kellie and Mom snowboarded/skied. A 76-degree cabin, snackies and Rooters = WIN.

(after a tremendously lonnnnnnng blogging-sabatical - since I was officially internet-free for many many weeks - I'm hoping to be back on my game...thanks to Summer and her wireless that reaches across the hall! Yay!)

the shenanigans continue...

Since we're always game for a good ol' "my friends love me more than yours love you" competition, the weekend of August 14th marked the second bachelorette party for Elissa. This time, Santa Barbara was the victim of our wrath...

To say we'd be planning for weeks would be a horrific understatement. "Planning" doesn't quite cover it. Obsession, hilarity and covert coordination are much better words. Lis keeps mentioning that she felt a bit left out of the hundreds of emails that flew back and forth conspiring against her, and this was the big show. Talks of who/what/when/where started in early June, and the pace was breakneck. I counted no fewer than 416 emails and 7 spreadsheets related to this very weekend, and it paid off big time. Our bride-to-be was in the dark as to our weekend plans...all she knew was that we were going to SB, who would be there, and a few things to ensure she packed (per a spreadsheet from me...I know, I'm a total nerd).

(sidenote: there were many "hey dumbass, you should be an event coordinator as a career" moments during this extravaganza, so we COULD call it career-path-research, right?!)

Now you know that. Here's what actually went down: The NorCal crew made way for Santa Barbara on Friday afternoon, road-trip style. Cool Ranch Doritos, NutterButters, Goldfish, and a spilled Starbucks made the journey along with us as we hauled ass down to SB. We arrived and met up with the SoCal crew around 6p and all hell broke loose pretty much immediately. Mind you, I'm not typically a girly-girl, but this was damn FUN! No pillow fights, fellas, and we didn't give each other makeovers, but some quality time in the estrogen ocean can be pretty awesome. It's a new-found practice I hope to keep up (b-party #3, anyone?!).

Lindsay and I had been quite thorough in thinking through the beverage aspect of our weekend, knowing that we'd need enough cups to accommodate seven thirsty girls. The four teeny glasses in our hotel rooms weren't going to cut it (glass plus booze equals danger - eeek!), so we made these bad boys, personalized of course:


Friday was dubbed our out-to-dinner-and-mellow-hotel-room-slumber-party night, but we were so starving that we didn't make it out of the hotel (which we would learn was a BIG mistake, thanks to the worst service I've ever experienced in any dining establishment):


On Saturday, we'd hooked up a rad seven-hour wine tour of four wineries. Win. Because I love any excuse to be crafty and make things for people I love, I made customized wine glass tags so we could keep our glasses straight as the day wore on. Along our tour, we passed the house where the Hidden Valley Ranch salad dressing recipe was founded, the far border of Neverland Ranch (I saw buildings, people!), a miniature horse ranch and the little Dutch town of Solvang.

our best buds for the day...they egged us on, made sure that pics were posed to perfection, and made some recommendations for embarassment of our bride-to-be

Jen, Molly, Louise, Elissa, Lindsay, me, Morgan
and some very delicious wine and sausage

Saturday evening consisted of lounging by the pool, a Trader Joe's beer run, take-out pizza, drinking games, and finally, a jaunt over to State Street. A few of my favorite moments from the evening:

• The BEST $8 cab ride ever from Brenda, complete with the Matrix on DVD and playlists galore
• Swearing up and down that we'd only have one beer while out, which was immediately foiled by Joe and his amazing Cafe, where they may make the strongest drinks I've ever tasted (seriously, they rival Rob's...)
• The guy with lightning bolts expertly shaved into his hair
  
• Meeting and harassing Batman and a cowboy, who were in the club to spy on Batman's fiance's bachelorette party
  
• Linds and Molly toppling into the street outside of Tonic immediately after the club closed for the night
• Louise BOOKING it and diving into a cab after realizing that a tie she'd pilfered belonged to a guy on the street, and that he wanted it back

Morgan's RAD party trick...if only I could impress future employers with such talent

Tonic, stop number two of the evening, and stop of no fewer than THREE other bachelorette parties! I still maintain that we were having the most fun!

if only I'd caught the fall on film...dammit

Sunday morning was only slightly less rough than that of the previous b-party...we headed back to "the crime of the scene" (per Louise) and had a late breakfast/early lunch at Joe's Cafe with Andrew Firestone. Yeah, we're breakfast buddies. HAH!

SHOUT OUTS:

• All - thank you for being a huge part of such an amazing weekend...*sigh*
• Diane Lane, Diane Lane, and Steven Segal, Steven Segal - hah!
  
• Elissa - I love you, friend. I love celebrating you. Could you maybe get married on an annual basis, please (to Lee each time, of course)?
• Molly - you effing rock. Thank you SO much for hooking up the sick-ass hotel and the rental car. Our warp speed email exchanges make me smile...Molls, you got the key, babe?!
  

the amount of happiness that this pic brings me is completely and totally indescribable

let them eat ice cream cake!

Clearly, my new blog-trend is to only discuss weekend events. This can be attributed to a few things: 1 - weekdays are boring by nature (work, gym, dinner, bed, repeat), 2 - weekends equal time with friends, 3 - no one wants me to rant and rave about my job every single day (though I have PLENTY of material).

This weekend was rad. On Saturday, Rob and I headed to Monterey for a picnic, to visit the seahorses at the Monterey Bay Aquarium, and to score some locally grown artichokes. Wins all around...except the Aquarium was crowwwwwwded. We expected that it'd be busy on the weekend, but it was Sardine-ville, population: 150 bodies/square foot. The highlight of my day was easily the fried artichoke hearts that have weaseled their way into my dreams. I quadruple heart fried artichoke hearts...

*sigh*

On Sunday, we snagged Summer and were northbound for the DubC (Walnut Creek, to the layperson) to celebrate with/surprise Katie after getting engaged that morning. John completely and totally ROCKED it...he called Sum last weekend to let her know that it was game time, and asked that we all come up to be a part of the day (very sweet).

With Katie's sisters in town, John had to be extra-sneaky about getting Katie alone. He recruited Julie and Shannon to 'take Katie on a hike on Mount Diablo' on Sunday morning, where he'd have a super-romantic picnic set up (complete with an actual "Bottle of Wine and Two Dixie Cups", Katie's fave song). Katie is not a morning person, nor is she very prompt, so you can likely imagine the shenanigans that ensued getting her up the damn mountain. After the big speech (documented perfectly by the sisters), alligator tears from Katie, and that three-letter word John had hoped to hear, they headed to John's parents' house to "tell them". Little did Katie know, she was the last to know about he proposal and a group was waiting to (loudly) congratulate her. More crying -and a snot bubble or two- followed. So damn cute.

what do you yell at someone who's just gotten engaged and has no idea that you're there?! "ahahaaaaaaah" seemed to be the consesus

Sum and I made it a personal mission to find the ugliest, stupidest lookin' veil thing humanly possible. I think its safe to say that we succeeded, and Katie was a good sport and rocked it for a bit...

Cuz we're classy and growed-up like that, Sum brought a bottle of Patron to celebrate with...!

ice cream cake #1 of our day (notice that John's name is a bit larger and bolder? yeah, that's because the cake originally said "Congratulations Katie & Sam". awk-ward.)

potentially Rob's fave pic of Summer ever. EVER.

I don't know when I became such a girl, but even I shed a few teardrops. There, I said it. It was absolutely amazing to see my good friend so happy. Congrats again to Katie and John - thank you for making us a part of your special day! Love you!

Lastly, but certainly not least(ly?), we made our way to my Mom's house for more celebrating, this time the birthdays of my Unkie Glenn and The Stepdad Brian. As usual, a kick-ass dinner followed by cake and presents was a terrific way to wrap up a loonnnnnng (but never long enough) weekend.

Unkie Glenn & Mimi (a.k.a Aunt Amy. YOU try saying 'Aunt Amy' at the age of two...!)

ice cream cake #2 - sugar coma, anyone?!

cha cha chaaaa!

Ennnnd scene.

and so it begins...

Note: there are not a ton of pics on this post, and for that, I'm marginally apologetic. To maintain the reputations of those involved, it's for the best...trust me.

This weekend kicked off the many celebrations of bride-to-be Elissa. First up was the bridal shower on Saturday afternoon. I'd only been to a handful in my life (usually for a cousin or something), so I'd expected to have to dress up all fancy and drink tea, play goofy games and ooooh and aaahhh over pots and pans. Only the ooohing and aahhing happened, and it wasn't so bad. The day was beautiful, really...

The best, and my most favoritest, part of the shower was the gift to Lis from her bridesmaids (I am one! Yessss.): a surprise bachelorette party in San Francisco that very evening. She truly had no idea...and had even emailed us all during the week to see what we were up to on Saturday (and to gauge a certain dress' appropriate-rating for the weekend). Little did she know that we all did have plans, with her! We'd seriously gotten everybody involved: Mom, aunts, Lee (the groom-to-be), other friends. Dammit, if Lee gets more than one, then so does my girl! Here's her reaction to reading the poem that we used to tell her about her plans:

since they're not wearing nametags, that's b-to-b Elissa and bridesmaid Molly

PS: I really want a job that pays me millions to plan fun surprises with and for my friends. Dear Dream Job: I'm waiting!

After the shower, we headed back to Lindsay's to hang out before heading to the City. A few celebratory beverages were in order, and we ended up creating a movie plot - Lindsay's fiance, Mike, even took notes! Annnnd, self-proclaimed paparazzi Linds showed up : ] You should see her snapfish.com album, its packed with paparazzo-goodness.

Jen, me, Lindsay, Molly and bachelorette Elissa
Mike is a fantabulous bartender...and I am wearing a hair helmet (ugh)

when we launched into planning and casting our feature film, Mike decided to take notes...a smart move, since much of this is a blur in retrospect. it'll be a blockbuster, I tell you

We took BART into the City and headed to our fun hotel to hang out and get ready for a night out (just like the good ol' days of getting ready for dances...) before making our way to Johnny Folley's, an Irish pub (where I went wrong, oh so wrong, in ordering a beer...). Up next was an attempt at Cantina for some dancing, followed by the Clift Hotel for some urban-lounging before wrapping up at Swig (and Jack in the Box).

Hilarious (PG-13-ish) moments of the evening:
- getting into a cab from the hotel to Johnny Folley's (fare: $4.45), only to later look out the window of the pub and SEE OUR HOTEL ACROSS THE STREET. Yup, two entrances to that one...whoops.
- getting denied entrance (sorta) at Cantina...the Stewie Griffin-sporting bouncer only admitted scrawny men over 35. So, Molly called him on his ish, and proceeded to storm off before listening to his lame answer. His loss.
- getting flashed: short dresses + wind + running (why?) downhill = bared buns.
- the giant chair at Clift. Huge. Stupid. Fun.
- the fact that everyone in San Francisco was in a foul mood and completely rude all weekend. Ugly attitudes all around, but not with us!
- Elissa's mad dance moves at Swig, some of which led to a bruised bum.
- Jack in the Box = always a shitshow at 2am. I high-fived the guys behind the counter (they were HUSTLIN'!) and Elissa swore her brother was there.
- the bevy of phone calls and texts from (sunburned) Lee, in which we learned that he was A: lost in the woods (on his camping trip, which was a 4-bed/3-bath condo, fitted with a plasma and wood-paneling...cuz that makes it rustic), B: safe just five minutes later, C: feeling amorous toward all of us ladies ("I love you took...").
- at one point in the evening, we crafted a contract (on the back of a Sierra Nevada cardboard coaster - legal like) for Elissa to sign stating that she would not / could not / should not kick any bridesmaid out of her bridal party, no matter the offense...


Wow. I'm now a little nervous for numero dos in Santa Barbara...

i'm on a boat

Last weekend, we trekked up to Sacramento to visit our buddies, Ginni, Ryan and Greg to go tubin' down the American River. The last adventure the five of us embarked upon ended with everyone dressed in toilet paper hats/wigs and clothes, sooooo...

We met the crew around 9:30pm on Friday at Tapa the World , a rad-ish tapas bar in downtown Sac. The area was odd, one block would have lots of old cute homes, then there'd be a block o' ghetto, then a block of solely shops and one of just restuarants...um, okay. At TtW, we were warmly greeted by the third or fourth pitcher of sangria (I forgot to mention the two-hour drive from S-vale to Sacto) and a table littered with tapas of all sorts. We heard that an order of paella had been put in roughly 45 minutes before our arrival, yet hadn't hit the mesa yet.

Two more pitchers and a few tapas later, no paella. After discussing it with our waitress (again), we were assured that it would 'be right out'. Twenty more minutes, no paella. Seriously?! Fiiiiiiiinally, 45 minutes later - and roughly two full hours after it was ordered - the wrong kind of paella joined our party, and was whisked away to have sausage and shrimps (and spit, we're certain) added to it. Further schmoooozing (a.k.a. complaining that a 40-minute dish took three times that long) got us a free pitcher of sangria. Semi-win. The true win with the bill. Five or six pitchers of sangria + $40 dish of paella + umpteen tapas = $102. Win? Yup. A super-win. It could also be referred to as a "lets pay the bill before they notice its wrong and get the hell outta here" win.

A rowdy game of Apples to Apples washed down with Bud Light followed dinner before we hit the hay in preparation for a rough day of sitting in tubes...

Now, in all of my "lets go to the river/delta/lake/sea experience", I've never ever ever hit the road later than 8am. This trip was different. We wandered to breakfast around 10:30am and lingered with Gin & Ryan's rad friends, Dave, Jackie and baby Carter, headed to the store and moseyed to the river with our deflated tubes. We had terrific intentions of blowing up all four tow-behind-a-boat type tubes, the floaty cooler and a one-man nerd-boat with those tire pumps from our cars' emergency kits. About three minutes into Operation Inflation, Boredom and Impatience crept in. A quick trip to the nearby River Rat store and $4/tube sent B & I on their way...

yes, that is a tube in the backseat...
your eyes do not decieve you, there are four tubes and a boat attached to a honda accord

Temps were pushing 100 degrees in the shade, and at last we touched gloriously chilly Sierra runoff close to 2pm...and I'll sum this up quickly by saying that:
A: floaty cooler inventors are my heroes.
B: canned beer floats, as we discovered after Rob took one for the team by toppling his tube to save our floating beer barge from certain puncturation (its a word) in a bank of trees, losing five beers in the process (note: all beers were retrieved and savored). Flip flops float faster than beer, however, and Greg's are now two wolfpacks of one.
C: the riffer draws some interesting folks - people smoking pot in the bushes, a girl-on-girl mud-wrestling match on a sand bar, lots of missing teeth...you get the point.
D: soggy buffulo wings suck (which G & R's pup, Emma, later discovered as well, when she pilfered them and stashed them all over the house). Regular chicken fingers/tenders from Safeway might be the most perfect food ever.
E: underwater cameras kind of suck above water. Two cameras yeilded seven or eight decent shots (read: clear enough to determine who is in the photo).
F: I cannot believe that I've lived in California my entire life and have never gone tubing. This needs to be a monthly (weekly?) thing.

the guy in the canoe at left was totally rockin' Metallica in his custom boat...so loud in fact that our initial attempts to befriend him were futile. finally though, we found out that he 'tinkers around with it a bit in his garage'...dude, how often are you out here?!

Ginni, Greg, Rob, me and Ryan

OooOOh, annnnd...no one got hellaciously sunburned! Triple-super-swirly-with-sprinkles-win! I wish all weekends could be this fun!