June kicked off with a work trip. Finally getting back on the road with a little reluctance (it's been hard to feel much like being away about this. I miss her. So much. Daily.) I made it through, even planned another upcoming excursion to Minnesota in the near future and revisited  our favorite spot: Cooper. I also purchased shoes dipped in gold. Nothing is really as cool as that. I had my first (and my second) Tacopocalypse tacos (thanks Sam!), celebrated the first sparklers of the summer, supported the Des Moines Metro Opera and this guy while enjoying the sweet sounds of Wicker and the Cabaret. (Whew. Run on sentences.) 

Then drank beer with Liz and lions and tigers and giraffes, ate lunch at an historic Des Moines Deli that's also Food Network famous, imbibed on the best patio in town after poaching some margaritas, oh and saw a little rock show. For the record, The Head and The Heart and  Iron and Wine. (I'm exhausted and presumably broke just thinking about it.)

Then there was the oh-so-rebelious  yarn bombing and the IOWA bourbon (which caused a discussion about whether or not it can officially be called bourbon- the debate was not over taste, however, which was delicious.) And finally, the discovery of this ridiculously odd tune.