Beach, please

On Friday I read the article To Fall in Love With Anyone, Do This and, well, kind of fell in love with it. I also obviously made Danny answer the questions himself on the way to Hayley's cabin that night (they can be found right here). Please do it. Please do the part where you have to stare into each other's eyes for 4 minutes straight and tell me how it goes...ya weirdo.

So Hayley's cabin is my happy place. It's not cold and cabin-y, we probably shouldn't even call it a cabin. And actually it's nicer than any house I've ever lived in now that I think about it. There is a mug there that I have a love affair with and it doesn't have any markings on the bottom so I don't know where it came from. (mug, who made you?) There's a nespreso machine so, ya know. We get wild. My friend Louie pours his espresso shots over scoops of ice cream and also consistently gets the Best Dressed award on the paddleball court. See below.

Not pictured: Danny and I losing every game of paddleball, me getting angry and maybe throwing things while Danny remains calm and supportive. A 3am clamming excursion that yielded 130 clams. Family dinner. A few rounds of that middle school game mafia, which took about three times as long to explain because people were drunk and confused. Drunkness aside, I'm learning I'm pretty good at being deceitful and murdery.

Pssst: To Fall Out of Love, Do This