The Weekend, Part I: "Yeah, we're related. Don't ask how."

Christina and I sat in her lovely backyard on Friday afternoon and tried to figure out our family tree. It's complicated, but we're pretty sure we're second cousins. Not a close connection, especially since we grew up in different cities and only saw each other at family reunions every two or three years. Still, there are strong similarities. We're both history majors with lefty poli sci boyfriends, we're both "allergic" to weed, we both love old Oasis and hate Lindsay Lohan.

With so much to catch up on we didn't need to really do anything. So we sat on her friend John's balcony and laughed at stupid guys and listened to rain pounding the striped awning over our heads. We watched TV and ate half-chicken dinners from Swiss Chalet, ordered in because we were as lazy as we were starved. Her boyfriend came over and we disagreed with him about the French Revolution until her little sister Nicole (who's super nice, by the way) told us to stop being such history nerds.

Then they drove me downtown to see Kyle's band, and I'll write about that soon. Until then, you can see more pictures here.