Where is the time going? Seriously. May flew by. Here is the month in pictures. Again. Soon I will favor you all again with written prose. Oxymoron? Probably.
It was military week or something down by Faneuil Hall/Quincy Marketplace the first week of May. Met Brad for lunch and he made me take a picture with this huge thing. It fits me, right? I'm thinking about joining the military. Please disregard my hair in this humid weather.

2nd: Went down to FM for Mother's Day weekend. My family always treats me like a star when I am down there. This is a picture of my sister who is not-so-little anymore at my FAVORITE restaurant in town.

Mom, Sam, Luke, and Meg coincidentally had their annual piano recital, also known as "showcase of mad skills and fat beats," when I was in town. Here is my mom playing her Brahms Intermezzo. Yeah, mom, yeah.

No comment.

Can we all just take a minute to freak out about how huge everyone is getting? Huge does not in this context mean jacked, although Sam would argue that it does.

This is me and Chad at the Boston Pops earlier this month. The music I am not a huge fan of, but the atmosphere was incredible! They pull out all of the seats on the floor and put in tables and chairs and people order food and drinks throughout the whole concert. It was sweet.

Another very important happening of May was the reopening of Kimball Farms (actually I think this happened in April), so naturally I got a group to go gorge ourselves. I was disappointed to find out that pumpkin and ginger snap ice creams are only "seasonal." Please. Oh and this picture: child size scoop. CHILD size.

I also had a week of flute overload. It was out of control. I will probably include details of this in a written post. This is a picture of me and Trevor Wye and my flute that Trevor wants me to get rid of. This is after our chamber recital at the end of the week.

Me and my flute bestie, Kristyn. Love this girl.

There should have been more pictures taken of this event. This is the Celtics PLAYOFF game #4 against the Magic. Thank you, Allen Stoddard.

Leah and I went to the New England Aquarium on Saturday and saw this big shark. SCARY.

This weekend I went camping with an AMAZING group of people. Seriously awesome. We spent Sunday night on the campgrounds of Lake Wompatuck and we hit a beach on the way home on Monday. This is a shot of some of the group sculpting Brent the Merman.

Not pictured: Brent's seaweed chest hair. Excellent.
So anyway, May was busy. June is going to ROCK.
7 comments:
I see two other favorite Boston-dwellers in that last picture: so glad you are all getting along! xo
What kind of skinny jeans are those? They are super cute and I need some! I need to know where to look!
I know Allen Stoddard. He used to work for my dad. Tell him hi for me. :)
You GOTTA write about Trevor Wye. Now. (please)
You are a star! That really is your favorite restaurant. And since when did Willya become a preteen?
And you never called!
Megan. Sorry for the late response. The jeans are Banana. I love them and you will, too.
And Jessi, I said hi to Allen for you and he says he loves your dad and hi back!
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