It was sunny and perfect and beautiful.
Everyone looked perfect and beautiful.
Dave will kill me for this, but doesn't he look swell?
These guys looked swell too.
Everyone looked swell.
Everyone danced to the Navy Band.
There were a whole lot of people there (the view from our blanket).
This family moved to Annapolis on Thursday. That lady in yellow has a house chock full of boxes, a one year old in her arms, twins in her belly, and she still managed to look like a diva and pack a major picnic and come to croquet. She's the best. Rowan and Sonora worked on sharing.
Our blanket minus the men (off smoking?).
Last year's shirts still express the general sentiment.
The navy strategy every year is to 'Stay sober longer than the Johnnies.' And by sober they don't mean solemn.
The Johnnie costumes this year were chosen with their opponents in mind- they say the Middies are like Vikings because 'They come to our parties, drink our beer and steal our women.' Pictured here is the St. John's Imperial Wicket in all his glory.
This year, as usual, St. John's won (4-1).