With two more gentlemen added to this already eclectic group, I found myself nervously driving out to the coast on Friday night. How can you have a panty party with so much testosterone? Will they laugh during our seance and subsequent tarot card reading? Can I still pee with the door open? Does Brandon even know how to french-braid? We didn’t have an apron-only game of Apples to Apples, but we managed.
A few photos from our Lincoln City retreat a few weeks ago.
the morning after:
we were all on struggle street just a little bit.. but you would’ve been too if you had been there. we also all smelled like chlorine.
this is how Saturday evening started:
i should’ve known how it would end.
look at that KD pout.
praising the Karaoke gods
best dance partner
and as we stumbled back to the cabin, we planned our attack on the neighbor’s hot tub…
it seems like i’m rarely on this side of the polaroid. i’m obviously a little rough around the edges after our last night at the beach, but thanks amber.
film troubles, but this one still came out as one of my favorites. (PROBABLY BECAUSE IT’S OF KATEY & JORIE):
intense winds ripped the backing off of two (2!) shots before i took this one:
i myself nearly fell off of the railing with a few gusts (what kind of idiot stands on a railing at Vista House on the most blustery day she’s ever seen?)..i think i would’ve broken a little more than my camera.
and this one was the ONE. serendipity, a happy accident. waterfall & log cabin.