Phew. I’m utterly exhausted.
Our pal MFK and his lovely ladyfriend came up from Boston to visit last weekend. We had a blast, but I’m feeling fat and alcoholic as a result. Brooke and I love fine dining, so we used their pop-in as an excuse to go to fancy restaurants even when our guests were otherwise occupied. I had a grasshopper taco for breakfast on Sunday.
Here are a few pics I took in the bathroom of the Mexican place where I ate the bugs (and drank the mezcal):
The blurriness of these shots more or less matches my vision at that point. Thanks to our guests for a harrowingly entertaining weekend.