...and yet there is something strangely brilliant about it.
That's where I found myself on Saturday night, at the second bachelorette party of the evening. Shots were imbibed, fire was blown from the bartender's hands and many a lady danced on the bar. I feared for my life on more than one occaison. It was a small price to pay to the party gods.
Hopefully, photos will come soon.
In other news, well, there is little other news. It's Monday, it's not even 8:00 AM yet and I am looking to fill my after-work hours this week. Let me know if you know of anything good.
