In short:

Luggage was carried, fireworks were fired, stones were skipped (though Lindsay and I quit while we were failing miserably), Matt fell in the lake, corn was shucked, iron was pumped, Daisy Dukes were purchased, boobs were grabbed, piggyback rides were a-plenty, zombie tag was emotionally and physically but not! spiritually draining, a fort was made, pickle juice was spilled, there weren't any CHEESEbuhguhs, hotornot was played, I got us lost on an average of once a day, there were a shitload of headrubs and dogpiles, face wrestling was invented, thick-ass pizza and space ice cream were ingested, we got to see what our insides look like, a tree was climbed, Mattie displayed the strength of an ant (which is really freaking strong!), a shitty and smoky party was attended, dang was dag, naked was tits, the zit-popping squad owned the oilier parts of an otherwise happy face, a new identical sweatshirt was purchased, hair smelled really good, Wicker Park was closed, peanut butter jelly sandwiches were made, pictures were taken, hugs were given.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand I love you guys and this weekend and you came up here and it was awesome and let's do this again sometime all summer okay?

Okay.

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