This weekend was a little out of control. Indulgent and gluttonous, in the best way. Luxurious brunches on Saturday and Sunday, staying up until sunrise (when I usually wake up), baking too many brownies (although one batch failed miserably), seeing Billy Collins read poignant and funny poetry, running into my favorite professor at my favorite bar, long walks with friends that lasted all afternoon and into the sunset.
Lately I have been feeling beyond grateful to my 17-year-old self for deciding to live in Charleston. That was a very smart decision.
P.S. I also rode a cute green motorcycle.