Sometimes I’m a bit slow at editing my photos. Below the fold are shots from our 2008 drunken soirée.
The Chef, flipping me the bird (although, I can’t remember if I am the one who took this shot or not):
The Partner, so not amused:
We were all pretty damn drunk by this point in the evening, about 3am:
Me, looking like I’m about to cry:
But I’m actually discussing existentials with J and ready to cut someone:
The beautiful J, who caused the above expression:
You look PISSED in that second to last one.
Yes, that would be my “What you just said is PURE FUCKING BULLSHIT” look.
Tempers were calm, though. We all debated very well (us gals anyway*), no feelings were hurt in the process, and I know I at least had some bits to ponder afterward.
*The dudes went into the kitchen and hid.
It was getting to the point where I thought you were going to cut someone. I left for my own safety.