I tried to hang out with Krista pretty much every day, and succeeded for the most part. It was a little windy that day, but the coast was still pretty.
All the team leaders went to lunch, and 1/3-1/2 of us were still around for the group picture afterwards...
That night we found a pretty cool Irish pub. The band was British and American. The country was Spain. And at one point an African woman wandered through selling jewelry. Quite a multicultural night!
'Jamin took baby duty so Ashley could join us. Many good husband points for him.
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I'm on your blog now, but when oh when are you going to call? I feel like it has been forever since we talked.
I think that photo of Eric, John, Brian and I is my favorite. We all look awful. ha ha ha.
When I stumble upon a pot-o-gold I'm indulging in trapieze/aerielist lessons. Hopefully I find this pot before Monday...as the class is held on Monday nights. It's incredible. I wish you could see what I've seen.
the above anonymous is in mad crush with a circus troupe member, and thus believes in magical pots'o'gold,
P.s. the future arielists' entire family misses you very much!
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