But if this were my wedding…heads would roll.
Well, apparently you can….sort of. This article is slightly disturbing and I definitely didn’t need to know about Elvis’s B.O.
See for yourself…
And please tell me you got the Nirvana reference in the title.
I know. That was really lame…but I can’t help it. I’m SO EXCITED about the “New Moon” release…and here’s why:
Woah. On that note, have a nice weekend.
I’m a loser for not posting about it sooner, but hey, I’m cool with that if you are.
I was there for a conference on Social Media, which was really fun, and Poops came along to discover Boston and be my tour guide. Not really, but she ended up being a GREAT one. (Poops, if the teacher thing doesn’t work out…I’m just sayin’.)
Anyway, we saw TONS of great stuff and really felt like we got to pretty much all areas of town. You could say that we maximized our time in Beantown. Actually, you would say that because we absolutely did.
You should have seen Poops’ feet after a rainy day walk around Newbury Street. I’m here to tell you that she looked like she had walked on coals for a few days. A story for another time.
I wanted to share a few of the hundred pictures we ended up with. Instead of becoming a full-time photographer, I found that editing the photos after the fact was pretty much the most addicting thing ever. (If you don’t like them, please keep that to yourself. Did you think this site was a democracy? N.O.)
So here they are, with a few comments…enjoy!
I also told Poops on the subway that this was where all of my peeps were hiding!! My dark haired, fair skinned-peeps…I have FOUND YOU!! I felt so at home amongst them…it must be how Poops feels in Southern California.
And I’ll note, to be timely with my news, that neither one of us got drunk and fell into the train tracks. Did you guys see that?? Crazy lucky that girl is…