Before I make the big move out west next week, two of my closest friends and I decided to spend Memorial Day weekend in one giant love fest.
We picked New Milford, Connecticut because Jenn told us to and everyone should listen to Jenn. Apparently I’ve never actually spent any time in the place just two hours from my home state, New Jersey. With Mother Nature on our side, I was shocked to discover Connecticut had it all.
WINE FOR DAYS.
NATURE FOR WEEKS.
SO MANY OPPORTUNITIES TO IMPRESS MY FRIENDS WITH MY VEGAN CULINARY PROWESS.
SO MANY OPPORTUNITIES FOR UNCLE JESSE TO IMPRESS US WITH HIMSELF (THEY LET HIM IN *EVERYWHERE*).
CHILDREN I ACTUALLY LIKED.
GROWN-UP CHILDREN I ACTUALLY LIKED.
GOOGLE PIXEL 3 CAMERA PORN.
STORES I COULDN’T AFFORD EVEN IF I SOLD MY GOOGLE PIXEL 3.
FLEA MARKETS I COULD AFFORD BUT WASN’T SURE I WANTED TO.
AND LAST, BUT CERTAINLY NOT LEAST: THE MOST GLORIOUS HANDLEBAR MUSTACHE I’VE EVER SEEN.
Where have you traveled and found unexpected treasures?