So Quincy wasn't all bad. I had a lot of fun despite the country club Easter brunch and the restaurant called "MaidRite". Don't ever go there, it's the grossest shit you'll ever eat. Apparently it's ground up beef hearts and onions. Of course, Mr. Pascale didn't tell me this until I ate the entire burger. Nice. 
Anyway, here are some pictures of the weekend.
We went Mini putting
I love his, "what the fuck did you do?!" look. Hahaha
Tiger Woods ain't shit.
There's a wildlife preserve in Quincy. Who knew..
This was Easter morning, Nate's parents got me a basket too! Those aren't puppets by the way, they're washcloths. Haha.
Anyway, here are some pictures of the weekend.
We went Mini putting
I love his, "what the fuck did you do?!" look. Hahaha
Tiger Woods ain't shit.
There's a wildlife preserve in Quincy. Who knew..
This was Easter morning, Nate's parents got me a basket too! Those aren't puppets by the way, they're washcloths. Haha.
The first time I ever spoke to Amanda's parents was a harrowing (if complicated) experience. We were both in college and had been dating for a few months so her folks had heard of me, but that was about it. She would always call them on Fridays (I think) at some specific time, just to check in. Well, she had come down with a horrible case of laryngitis and couldn't hardly whisper, let alone talk.
I had taken her to the ER and got her drugs, and was playing nursemaid to her. She was staying in my apartment for the duration since her roommate insisted on leaving windows open despite the fact it was in the teens outside! (Oddly, she just never quite moved out...
Somehow when Friday came along, she managed to convince me that I had to call her parents so they wouldn't worry. Yeah, right.
"Hi. You don't know me, but I'm your daughter's boyfriend. She can't talk because she's sick, but don't worry because I'm looking after her."
Somehow they accepted me anyway. LOL
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So... picked any shots yet?