I was lucky enough to spend most of my weekend with the two tousle-headed goddesses you see below. I can’t tell you how happy I was that Sarah flew into town (from Alabama!) for the wedding and planned to stay a whole 10 days — it gave me a chance to see her without being stressed out. She visited me at the office on Wednesday and we had lunch, but I couldn’t wait for Saturday to roll around so I could take her to the DeCordova, which she had somehow managed to miss when she lived in Boston.

I love seeing people’s faces when they roll in through the front gates of the museum for the first time, and take in just how enormous the grounds are and how many strange and lovely things there are to see. The sculpture gardens are like a Wonderland of sorts — the oddest characters could be hiding behind a shrub, waiting to pop out. We had the most beautiful weather, too — sunny and breezy and gorgeous, the kind of perfect day that fools poor sods into thinking they should move to New England when they visit.

After a very smooth drive to the DeCordova (dude, I didn’t even tell you how last week there was a crazy power line accident and they closed Beacon Street in Newton right where I needed to turn to get to my Hebrew class, and I got out my map and planned an alternate route, only messing up twice before I ended up where I wanted to be. I am becoming such a pro driver!), we wandered around the museum for a good three hours, during which I took approximately twelve hundred photographs of Sarah. I took about seven of Jo, largely because she made a face at me whenever I tried. But neither of them could help looking beautiful, because — well. All of my friends are breathtakingly beautiful.

I don’t know if it’s a subconscious filtering mechanism on my part, or something that happens over the course of our relationship, but it’s a fact of life. You guys? You’re gorgeous.

Anyway, the museum was followed by a tour of my apartment and an absolutely delicious Chicken Biryani dinner courtesy of Ross and our leftover wedding Tandoori chicken, and a nighttime soujourn to Summit Hill park by Jo’s house. It was the first time in a long time I’d been out on such a lovely night, and the moon this weekend was just surreal. Huge and dappled and yellow and so low in the sky, it was always being blocked by buildings.

This morning I met Jo and Sarah again downtown. We lunched in style at the Parish Cafe, walked through the Public Gardens and the Common, and did some serious skirt shopping at Filene’s. We also saw a kickass breakdance group in front of the Borders bookstore where we had coffee. All in all it was one of those weekends that… just felt sort of perfect. It has been sweet beyond words to have Sarah here; I miss her dearly and her smile is good for the soul.

Here, have some.

P.S. These pictures look a little noisy because they’ve got a filter on them that in theory is supposed to make them look like ink drawings. It didn’t really do that, but I loved how soft it made their faces look. I’m such a slave to Photoshop. Oh well.