the storm that wasn’t

what better way to spend our botched weekend, than at our small town beer festival down the street?? Perfect.

Brunch and Same Siders

I get the good morning beautifuls and I’ve even become the couple who we bitter singles like to call, the same siders. Ya know, the couples who sit on the same side of the table at restaurants and are all kissy and cute in public. That’s what I’ve turned into.