The Hill

Because we are awesome, Mistah and I went to Federal Hill to celebrate our twenty-second wedding anniversary.

Double-deuces, baby.

We were excited to have a room overlooking Mary DePasquale Square, so we could lord over the peeps, like the Pope.

Who doesn't want to lord over the peeps like the Pope?

In the meantime, we went to the markets . . .

Ohhhh, those markets.

The Federal Hill Markets are why the peeps go to Federal Hill . . .

. . . well, the market are why *we* go to Federal Hill . . .

. . . oh, and the wine too.

We got happy hour trappings and went right back to our room's balcony so we could enjoy selfsame happy hour, and lord over the peeps . . .

. . . like the Pope.

Hmmm. No peeps yet. Soon, they'll be here soon.

5 p.m. finally arrived . . . on Friday of a Holiday Weekend . . .

. . . and still no peeps.

I mean, I know the Hill was getting ready to close down its streets for three days to celebrate their man Columbus, but . . . where's the peeps?

But we didn't care.  We put on our glad rags and headed out to celebrate 22 years of wedded bliss.

No, really!

And when we got back home?

Yeah, no peeps.

But what do we care about peeps?

We had eachother . . .

. . . we had a supercool hotel room . . .

. . . .we lorded over the square like the Pope . . .

. . . albeit a Pope with no constituents . .  .

. . . . and oh, those Atwells Ave Markets.

Happy Columbus Day, friends!