Bon Iver. Sometime in July....ish.

The night started out with an incredible spread of food and drink from the hostess with the mostess. Thanks MOriah.

Then we decided to be in a bike gang.

The Ops Manager decided we needed a new edition to our bike game, and put his convincing skills to work. He failed miserably.

I am pretty sure my entire high school decided to go see Bon Iver. Who wouldn't go? He is amazing.

I ran into a lot of people. Including this rad chick who no longer lives here, but was visiting. So great to see her. Yay for her getting married.


This is when my old life met my new life. It went off without a hitch.
Congrats to getting knocked up Hill.

Flashback experience numero eleven: When I was 18 this chick cut my long flowing locks that reached the middle of my back into a pixie cut. You are welcome Locks of Love for the free hair. Thanks Annik for doing a stellar job, and officially making me my brother's twin for many years.

Dear Bon Bon. You are dreamy. I would get take out with you.

Dear Ops Manager,

Remember when you had a pinata at your birthday party, and almost killed everyone within 10 feet of you? That was a great day.

This rad girl has her own cloth diaper business. It is brilliant. You don't believe me? Have a look for yourself: http://shop.thegoodmama.com/

Told you.

The moment I have kids you better believe I will be stocking up on thousands upon thousands.

Additionally, I think yellow shirt in the background should mind her own G.D. business.

This is when I wasn't allowed to be their friend because I don't have an iPhone. Aka. I live in the real world.

The day of Bon Iver was also the day I finally got a new camera. If you must know I also managed to drop it on State Street that day. These are the things that happen when one is going fast as lightening and doing mad tricks on a bike. Thanks for saving it Creative Director.

Anyway, I didn't know how to use the settings yet. Everything was blurry (obviously). Some guy tried to take our group picture, and it was horrible. Mags said, "Where is Stan (professional photographer) when you need him." Not two seconds later Stan aka Doublemint walked by.

That is just good non-fiction right there.

Thanks Doublemint for the photog sesh, and no thanks to your smart-A comments.

Love these two.

I let Doublemint ride my bike since he did not have one. Guess what that meant? Riding around the city on the handlebars. It is fun. Try it.

You might want to pay special attention to Stan's jazz hand. Very manly, and not at all something someone in the cast of Newsies would do./End sarcasm.

Overall the first night of Gallivan was way too crowded, but I saw lots of people that I haven't seen in a million years. That made it worth it.

I have great friends.