This weekend was really just perfect.
Saturday morning was Books'n'Brunch! We read Behind the Beautiful Forevers- a narrative nonfiction about a slum of Mumbai. I often found myself reminding myself that the book wasn't a work of fiction. We had some great discussion and some incredible duck fat fries.
I also went to the NGA on Saturday, and guys, I just had the loveliest time there. The Garry Winogrand photographs were simply exquisite. I then spent some time in a few frequently neglected galleries of Italian medals and the most beautiful sculpture gallery that emotionally transported me to the Fitz. (Can you tell that I've been thinking about Cambridge a lot lately? Also, ask me to tell you the story about the Fitz, a date, and a midterm.) It was just a lovely trip. I even somehow found the willpower to resist getting a salty-oat cookie at Teaism on my way to the red line. Say whaaaat?
And I curled my hair. Which I'm telling you about so there can be some kind of photo in this post.
There was also a missionary farewell party for G-A-B-B-Y and an amazing ward conference and a visit from the home teachers. And also the time I cried from laughing so hard to my mom on the phone on Friday as I told her that I'm an IT genius because I know how to solve "Mute" problems.