And so begins the marathon of celebrations. Friday I got actual drunk and got to listen to Andrew's band, 22 French, play at The Tin Roof. A post-match make-up celebration of sorts, but even cooler since it was at an actual bar, with a legit sound guy and lots of PBR on hand. And oh gosh the band KILLED IT. It was a night of silly dancing, 90s sing alongs, and tons of hugs and the hangover the next morning was clearly, obviously, worth it.
And yesterday I got food drunk and brought my fanciest, sprinkliest cake yet to the 5th annual crawfish boil. The weather was kind and brought us beautiful sunshine despite the chilly temps. It was basically everything you could ask for an outdoor celebration - an impressive spread of dips, chips, and pasta salad, plenty of booze for the people who could handle more after the night before (read: not me), all the dessert you could ask for, games out on the front and a fire pit in the back. Erb, Ben, Mike, and Keelee absolutely crushed it and have earned their positions as the most kickass hosts and hostesses around.
On a photography note, it was fun bringing the camera and practicing my people photography skills, which are so very different from food photography and I always feel like I'm still such a newbie at both. It gets a little frustrating because I feel like I'm not the best at finding the right angles and capturing the right light (and the editing is a whole other beast, woof). But I still cherish these photos, imperfect as they are. I look at them and see joy, relaxation, camaraderie, respect. A little bit of gluttony and a whole lot of love. My cheesy heart lives for these celebrations.
And do you really think the celebrations end here? I said marathon, didn't I? There's a onesie adventure planned for later today, an Arpita visiting all week, a beach vacay for the next week, a race-filled derby weekend right after that. More photos to come. Happy Sunday!
