Not that I have proof. Dale and Tim were the only ones with cameras, and they have yet to cough up the goods. Suffice to say that we drank shots with the band, danced our fannies off, and reveled in some great music. I'll post photos when they're available.
On Thursday, I saw Colleen at karaoke. She would have sung, but she was high. (Better, Col?)
On Saturday I picked apples and baked pies with Patrick, Ed, Dan, Javier, "New Guy" (aka PJ) and the Wisconsin Rathundes. We had such a great time! Turns out, I make a mean apple pie. And the best part? Jav shared his photos already, so I can show you a little bit of our day!
It was a near-perfect day to be out in the orchard. Here's Edwin, Patrick, me, Aubri and Kelly, ready to select the perfect apples.
Patrick with the apple picker, which allowed him to reach the apples at the top of the tree, and do a mean Cornholio impression.
The peeling and slicing begins. Here we are in Amber's kitchen, making the magic that is apple pie. In the foreground is PJ, with Dan behind him.
I'm not sure why I have that pouty look on my face, but here's the other side of the counter - me, Edwin and Kelly, and part of Dan's noggin.
I finally remembered to photograph my handiwork when I got home. Of all the pies we baked - and it was about 10, I think - this one was my favorite. I almost didn't want to cut into it, because it's so darned pretty! But I'm glad I did. I have to share the rest of it, though, or it'll all end up part of my thighs.