And by 'gone' I mean our minds. Genevieve and I polished off one bottle of pink champagne, one bottle of rose and were steadily downing another of chardonnay when we decided a swim in the pond was a good idea.
It seems like a decidedly less-good-idea this morning, downright gross in fact. But boy was it fun at the time.
1 comment:
so gross. i found a snail shell in my bra the next morning.
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