I've reaturned from the mysterious town of Swansea. I say mysterious because quite a few of us had to google Swansea to find out where it is. Jesse and Kristina's wedding was a raging good time. There was tons of food, drinking and dancing. It was disgustingly hot but that didn't slow us down.
My dress which I got on sale at Banana for $39.00.
Docks and high heels do not mix. Docks and beer do.
Darryl actually making a normal face in a picture. Good job D-Man.
This would be me being classy laughing about something on the floor in the hall of the hotel.
There are more pictures on my
Tumblr if you're interested. I wish I had gotten some pictures of the dancing but I was too busy dancing to remember. Back at the hotel we had a little after party. I feel asleep after watching the end of Dinner for Shmucks and laughing hysterically at Steve Carell.
Vincent Van Gogh. Everyone said to him, "You can't be a great painter, you only have one ear." And you know what he said? "I can't hear you."
Sunday we had brunch before heading back to Boston. I was so tired but had plans to see Rihanna in concert with Carly. I took a very short nap, showered and headed out to the show. I knew more songs than I thought I would. Not a bad show but not the best I've seen.
I got to bed around 1:30 a.m. Gross. I am dragging today and I can't wait to get home and go to bed early. The weekend just flew by!