when you eat a s'more

First of all, this could be two different posts, but since I have already written about the first part in a post @ The Sycamore I'll finish up the remainder of that evening here (with a plethora of unedited pictures. bleck. sorry, its late.)


after the concert that we poached listening to, we came home and stayed up entirely too late with friends old and new. we laughed, we listened to music, we gazed into the fire and of course, we ate s'mores.

And if there is one thing I really learned that night, it is this:

when you eat a s'more, you've just gotta commit!