this summer we are vacation moochers.
i'm not sure how dictionary.com would define mooching, but here is what we are doing: we have generous friends who either rent or have good beach real estate, they invite us to come along, and we unabashedly squeal, "Hell to the YES!" and we're there. we show up with baby in tow, buy groceries and stuff to help out, and pray that our charm doesn't wear off.
our first vacation mooching (of only two--we're not that out of control) was a visit to sound beach, on the north shore of strong---ahem, long---island to hang with amy, james, and sammy. the house was great, the view better, and james' cooking, as always, was the best. i felt like i needed to go to fat camp after our 3 days there.
some highlights of our trip =
soft shell crabs
drinking multiple drinks while watching the sun set
stories of amy in africa
babies kissing
beach glass
jared, the 9 year old stalker
pork chops, portabellos, and peaches
the color survey
THANKS amy, james, and sammy!
smooches.
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