8-8-2010

First we foraged for berries. I mean, lots and lots of berries. A grande sized cup of berries. Apparently, these are what your father smelt of according to the French.

Then it was more twins. So many twins that they needed a cherry picker to see them all. And more carnival food. Then a power lunch with friends.

P.s. David (pictured above) had a twin named Walter in a matching outfit, but I couldn't get a picture of them together because David was far too busy running around photographing everyone while Walter was sleeping.

8-7-2010

We woke up early to bike to the Twinsdays parade. The suburb I live in is internationally know for its weekend-long celebration of dividing zygotes. We've been going every year since we moved here to witness the pageantry, akward constumes, questionable racial sensitivity, and spectacle. Sometimes it seems a little creepy, but we always have a lot of fun and enjoy the carnival food. I experienced extreme camera lust. Then I got fancy to get dirty with my out of town friends. Anyone want to go to this?

Then I fixed Nicole's first flat tire so we could ride to fireworks. Followed by drinks and sleepover party with my friends, but I didn't take any pictures.

8-6-2010

...because unmarked cop cars and kevlar vests are necessary for ticketing yuppies in front of a restaurant when there are drug deals and robberies going on down the street.