I Just Flew in From San Francisco...

...and boy are my arms tired.
My sore arms can't hold a candle to my angry liver.
Many glasses of wine, champagne and Martinis later, we are back in stormy Washington.

My series of gin soaked karaoke photos.








Mark and his manfriends
singing songs from "Grease."

We were better, only because we had wigs,
and horribly clashing dresses....and a lower alcohol tolerance.










Earlier that day...before the gin,
but after the Margaritas.