Fallsville in Somerville.

I'll be honest with all you who read this (four of you).

I feel like I'm a crappy Blogger. I dont' recollect all my feelings, observations of life, so on. I've got two friends named Whit and Lindsay who are in Korea (North? South? I'm not that good of a friend either.) But they come home and post paragraphs about every day. And they are awesome. Each time I see one, I read it all. And maybe it's because Lindsay is a journalist. And I'm an art director. She likes to write the words. I like to paint the pictures. That's all. I'll try to get better. But this is what it is for now.

Ryan and I had a housewarming/college football/Baggo party this past weekend. The weather was amazing. The neighbors were really nice. The friends came on out across the river. The beer flowed like wine. It was, on all counts, a very successful day. Keep you eyes out. We might be throwing more in the future.










Oh, and my buddy Scott gets the golden chalice. He took the bus in from NYC for the party. So we hit up the Neighborhood restaurant for brunch on Sunday before he took off. It was so so good. Whoever comes up here, I'll take. I'm crazy. And then we hiked up Prospect Hill again. I love that place.



And as always, more pics of the fun can be found on Flickr. Until next time.