The Hudson house was, once again, heavenly. Incredible spreads of food, sauna/cold pool/outdoor shower trifecta, wood-burning fireplace for the chilly nights, a dishwasher, cocktails galore, great friends...I feel like I was in paradise, got on a train, and got spit up from Penn station into the toilet. But it's not so bad to be home, I guess. *sigh*
That house looks strangely familiar...
that picture of you is still up on the fridge. we meant to recreate it but...we got drunk and forgot to.