This weekend was the:
It was the fifth annual party. And the 4th for the Bo' Crew.
So naturally, I found myself in Vermont.
Where flannel is not ironic. And Regis fits in seamlessly.
And the most magical weekend brunch place in the world operates (ok, actually a short drive across state line). An old sock would taste delicious dipped in Rathbun's maple syrup.
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