We went to Christian's house for a fire on Saturday night. It was Jess, Chris, Christian, Dan, Stacy and I--oh, and Max...who really, really loves my feet. We also found out he really, really loves The Jackson 5. And marshmallows.
After Max was in bed, we headed out back and just had an awesome time, sitting around, talking and eating s'mores.
Oh, and at one point the guys ran out to the store and Jess and I were left with the fire. It was totally dying. Much to everyone's surprise, little-miss-never-camped-a-day-in-her-life delivered. I kicked ass and took names, people. Look at how fantastic it was after I got done with it:
Aaaaand...the boys cooked hot dogs.
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