Friday, the monsoonish weather was the perfect excuse to stay in. I was finally able to crack open the 700-plus-page September issue of Vogue that was too big for my mailbox. I drifted off to sleep with visions of my fantasty fall wardrobe dancing in my head.

Baby Steps
Saturday, I headed back East. My mom talked me into accompanying her on a trip to Babies "R" Us to buy an outfit for my cousin's infant son. I thought I had stepped foot onto another planet. All the clothes were really tiny. I was initially alarmed, but the cute shoes comforted me.

I came. I golfed. I conquered.

Later that evening, the munchkin theme continued with a game of mini golf with three friends. Despite landing one ball in the river and another on the deck of a fake house, I tied for first place. I even got a hole in one. (I celebrated with an ice cream cone, but secretly wanted to take a picture. It would have lasted longer.)

Later, we headed to a bar and spent a majority of the time catching up on the college football scores. My friend and I ventured up to the DJ to try and relieve the music situation with M.I.A.'s "Paper Planes." I didn't work. He played a Miley Cyrus song, so we peaced out. The night with some stargazing.

Sunday was the annual McCracken Labor Day picnic. A washers tournament was arranged complete with a winners and losers bracket. At the end of the night, my dad made a fire and everyone sat around reminiscing. Monday, I headed back to York, feeling great despite a mild sunburn and stuffed tummy from excessive dirt dessert consumption.