pardon me while a back track through the month of june...

in the land of ogden that we all know and love,
a young girl turned 22 amidst conestoga wagons and besties.
the land rejoiced.
and the calves were fatted by cake.
(calves meaning my legs.  for reals.)

later in the 6th month (june) of twenty-ten, 
that same young girl (although much greasier looking)
 and her fair friend, attended backstreet's re-submergence into social relevancy.

andrea bought shirts to prove it.

and i took a video on my phone.
quality is iffy, BUT...

...THIS is the real song here.

next installment:  seattle, sailing and kamas joy.

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