Boy, am I hung over.
I did not have anything stronger than a juice box, but at one point I walked over to Marvin and he had that vacuous look he gets and I said, "Did you have a drink?" and indeed he had. One thing he can do is hold his liquor. He is a regular Keith Richards, that one.
By the way, you are not looking at my bra up there. It is a lacy tank top but you can't tell in that shot. I think I can cancel my mammogram, since we have now all seen every detail of my, you know, area.
Here I am getting ready to leave at 9:15. You know it is sad when you need to photograph it for posterity. And I did not apply light foundation to the bottom half of my face. The stupid camera did something. It was not used to being up this late.
Anyway, yes, we were out till ALMOST MIDNIGHT. I know! We are animals.
I have many many many hours of freelance work to do and I have to fix my eyebrow, so I will assign comment of the week tomorrow.