Perfection

Over the last couple of days, it has finally been warm enough to feel like real spring. I mean real, almost-summer spring: flip flops, shorts and t-shirts, and driving with the windows down. Last night, Preston and I went to our new favorite bar, where they have a fantastic draft list. I now love them more because last night, they had their windows open. We sat by the window and each ordered a pint of Boddington's (yum). This picture sums up two of my favorite parts of summer: cold beers and open windows. It doesn't get much better.