A party.

After the quiet holiday weeks it was time to take the bull by its
horns and get back on the horse and all that. At least to shake
off that fake turkey as according to some 'love does not need handles'.
(Horrid.) So on Friday night we jumped in a bus, squeezed in there
with our pretty dresses and headed over to the Yacht Club for some
good ol' boogie.



Sitting in the bus felt like being back in school. Except that everyone
was way way hotter! No more braces, ugly hair or weird shoes a la mom.

And the Yach Club was beautiful in the evening sun.



So we drank some, danced some, threw away painful shoes, had
some gossips in the stairs and loved all night long. Until next day.

Love,
E