Pinknic

Remember when I pretended I was 22 for the weekend and lived to tell about it? Well, now, the conclusion of that crazy weekend. Sunday, after sleeping for two hours (I wish I was kidding.), we country “kids” along with two of our other favorite friends headed out to Pinknic, an all-day rose festival on Governors Island. In theory, my ideal day. In reality, maybe a little ambitious after our evening, not that we knew when we purchased tickets weeks before that Garth would go on three hours late. There was only one thing to do- keep sippin’!