Mike and I went to Ivywild on Saturday with the sole intention of people-watching and making up stories about said watched people. This was a wildly successful venture (which included a British ex-madame on the run from the Italian Mob). Even more successful was the actual place. I had never heard of it, and I suddenly can't imagine my life without it. It's this wonderful school that's been repurposed as Bristol Brewery and a number of other local foodstuff peddlers. I couldn't stop squealing. I think Mike might have thought I was choking. Or retarded.
I called up Derek on Saturday and told him where I was, saying we had to come take photos here together. So, Sunday afternoon, that's exactly what we did. The Hunt or Gather market I wanted to go to was closed (damn!), but everything else was open, and everybody was very kind about letting us take pictures of their stuff. I'm really losing steam on posting, and I have to leave for school in about twenty minutes, anyway, so these are all going to come along without a single explanation.
I had quite the raging crush on the bartender in the first picture. Unfortunately, I don't think he cared one whit for my flirting. Damn. Oh, well. I may go back to let him know his picture is up, and I'd like to tag him in it, but uh, that's not terribly slick of me. I'll pass, for now.
And that's Ivywild. It's my new favorite place. I would go there tonight if I A. weren't so fucking exhausted, and 2. didn't have class. But I do have class, and I have to go get ready for it now. Bummer. Spring break was so lovely. I'd love to just sit at home and fall asleep, but it's accounting, and I really need to be present for the lecture.
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