{ Untitled by Gonzalo Oxenford } { les cheveux verts by Olivier Rouault }
As we mentioned yesterday, Brian and I made a trip out to Homer Glen, IL (with the rest of the West clan) for the annual Homer Harvest Days. Why, you ask? Because we’re not couch potatoes, dammit! (I have to keep reminding myself.) But the real reason was to check out the band we might have at our wedding. More on that later! And somewhere between dragging myself out of bed on a rainy Saturday morning for a 1 1/2 hour drive out of the city and plopping my tired rear on the couch for an Angry Birds marathon, we had quite a bit of fun. Old school fun. Like, outside. With other people.
When you’re trying to set up your own rustic man lodge, you’ll first need some pretty manly things for your walls. I’m thinking bones, and smoke, and lumberjacks (he’s my favorite).
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