Music:"How well I remember the look that was in his eyes..."
I smell like smoke...
But not cigarette smoke, or at least not much, so it's all good. Some beer, some wine, some sangria, some fire, and lots of fun chatting. And to cap off the evening, a 12 year old girl quoting Monty Python. My faith in the new generation is restored! Also, I'm probably more relaxed than I've been in a week. Next couple of days should help with that, as well.
Poor Dennis left for the carnival with two little girls and came home with five. When I left about quarter after 1, the slumber party was still in full swing, and I hope Dennis gets some sleep.
Steph's dress looks great, and I look forward to pictures.