These pics show the progression of my drunkenness last night. I was trying (and failing) to take a good pic of us. Finally, Rob helped us out.
Having a best friend who knows exactly how to cheer you up.
I say: I’m having a bad day.
She responds: dinner at Latitude 26 with margaritas?
It happened, and now all is right again.
(Honorable mention: the combination of tequila and Benadryl. I shall not be conscious much longer. Good bye, crappy day.)