So, on Friday night, I had the pleasure of spending my evening with some of my favorite people: fellow bloggers and people I now just consider friends.
I also brought along Mark and my friend Katy, who was visiting me for the weekend.
The normal goings-on commenced.
You know, picture-taking.
People being funny and the subsequent cracking up.
I had the special, the Russian Lullaby, which has 9.9% alcohol. I had two. This may explain a few things. Don’t worry about it.
I probably should have read the description before I ordered two.
I got the cheeseburger and split an order of sweet potato fries with Katy and Mark.
Fries: worth it. Burger: not.
Fellow bloggers who understand needing to find the light = awesome.
Lots of socializing occured.
We also did a few photoshoots. It happens. Especially with us.
Every single one of those is a gem. Poor Dan. He wanted no part in it. We (I) didn’t give him much of a choice.
We were pretty fun. Fun enough that Andrew (?), our waiter, sat down for a few.
Katherine’s face: priceless.
Oh, and Amanda did a little yoga. Mark, our resident instructor-to-be, guided her.
No big deal. We’re bloggers.
It was a great and totally funny night. I brought the crazy.
I like to think people liked it.
Where is my hand? Do I have it on Katherine’s stomach? That’s weird.