As much as I love these weekend parties.... I think secretly I love indulging in my coworkers' (blank yet unquestionably staring) stares -- as the monday morning's disheveled why oh why ... and what oh what ... and ___ oh ____ ---- your voice went where Jackie? sets in. Well it wasn't lost at my grandma's picnic -- that's for sure.

But I don't know --- it got me to thinking yesterday. For the past few years I've been explaining these weekends to my family and coworkers (I was about to say normal friends, but I don't think there are any left at this point) as "a party" ... or maybe "camping" ... sometimes I go big and call it a "festival."

For all the pictures and single word descriptions, my ability to summarize fails me again. The best I can come up with is Tasty Medicine --- so good for you and so good tasting --- that feeling you get...that whatever it is we're doing --- we're doing it right.

Thanks everyone ... for feeding my crazy with your wonderful : ) see you all again soon ...

*AppleJack*