a funeral, of sorts

Last weekend Kirstin, Lindsay, and I held a funeral for "Magic Genie." I won't go into detail, but know that this represented the end of an era. Wearing black clothing while wandering the campus of our alma mater under the cover of night was most certainly in order. I hope we're still doing stuff this weird slash creepy when we're in our forties.

I can't get enough pics with Brother Brigham, and this occasion was no exception.

I have such a history with this duck pond, and as it evolved into the burial place for magic genie, it just seemed meant to be.

Searching for the perfect spot.

My red plastic cup digging skills were no match for the hard ground-- on to Plan B!

We hexed this family into stone. Or something like that.

This is the point in the night when we became witches in addition to funeral attendees.

This photo spot is perfectly eerie.

RIP Magic Genie, you will be missed.