This weekend - fresh off a week of BVS Retreat in the middle o' nowhere, Illinois - has been packed to the gills with delight.
I wore these, so as to be properly attired for Saturday afternoon's bowl-a-thon:
I heard this guy play this right in front of my face:
I ate this (the one dessert with the power to annihilate any semblance of willpower I possess):
And I got to hang out with these guys:
Not too shabby, eh?