We're falling apart to halftime

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!