we went to new hampshire ya'll.
former roommate and dear friend, chris fish, was living there for the summer with her parents in the most adorable home surrounded my all of gods green earth. the EIGHT HOUR DRIVE (capitalized, because it should have been six hours, but connecticut hates us) was full of mix cds, frustration over the people crossword puzzle, cheesey party mix, and delirious conversations. but upon arrival we were greeted by the rest of our posse and fireworks and solo cups full of rum and ginger beer.
all ten of us slept in the house like some sweet ass camp. the next day we ate salty bagels and went to a class england beach with some wes anderson-y name like 'little plum island' or something. the sand was chunky and the water was cold and somehow we all magically had black bathing suits on (though veronica was quick to point out that hers is actually navy - typical new england shit). this baby fell asleep on the beach as expected and got sunburn all up on my lower back, also as expected.
PART TWO ON IT'S WAYYYYY.
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