Commemorative 300th Tilden Park Post!

A few weekends ago, the weather was nice enough that Tom, Kamryn, Will, Courtney and I went to Tilden Park, played frisbee, lazed about, and went to the Little Farm. It was warm and gorgeous. So where did all this cold and rain come from, Berkeley? Time for spring already. For that matter, let's just move straight on to summer. Ah, summer.

North Berkeley Women's Literary Assemblage

Tom instructed us to walk naturally, so obviously this happened.

Chicken, what are you doing with your hair?! You need to get that under control. This isn't Vegas.

Check out that tongue.

Tom and Will practiced stick fighting in hopes of gaining admittance into the Rangers Club.

Forever alone.

Forever alone, except for the company of cats, which is arguably worse/sadder.