Sunday was a wonderful, sweet day. I got to see Nicole for the second time this year (!), which was great in itself, but spending time with her in our Upsate New York hometown, Rhinebeck, was truly the icing on the (belated birthday) cake.
We had a post-birthday (hers, not mine) lunch at Terrapin (ooooooh, roasted garlic soup!), marveled over how different our little town is from when we both moved away 15 years ago, and even spent some time in our favorite cemetery. Cemeteries were, of course, the “photo shoot” location of choice for Young Suburban Goths in the early ’90s, and Nicole and I were no exception!
Our lipstick might not be as dark as it once was, but our hair is just as black as ever. Our waitress even did us the honor of asking if our hair is real! You could not write a better script—well, she could have asked if we were sisters…
And we didn’t see a single person from high school. A perfect day, indeed!
I’m posting this second photo (even though I have buttery croissant-face) just because Nicole looks so beautiful in it!