We don't have any photos of the first party, although it was such fun. We were both still shell-shocked, I think, from the bizarro world that is Life in a Casino.
We had arrived at the Mohegan Sun, after all, at 5 on Saturday afternoon, and parked -- on purpose -- on the roof level of the parking garage. When we finally left at 10 on Sunday morning -- trousers and jackets and ties and dresses firmly packed inside our bags -- it had been 17 hours since we tasted the tiniest tidbit of real air. We burst through that door onto the roof of the garage and breathed oxygen into the very depths of our souls.
We rode home with every door and every sunroof open, our heads out the windows, gasping for breath.
So it took a while for the fresh air to hit our brains, and to start to take photos. Well, it took fresh air, and a couple of beers.
The second party was a Connecticut College graduation party, at our neighbors' house, and when we rode up on our bikes, this is what we saw:
|Jelly Roll Alert|
A grilled cheese truck in the driveway is like dying and going to heaven.
But we couldn't stay. No! We had places to go! More places to go.
Speaking of fuzzy . . .
|Congrats! To our very own UConn Law School Grad! What a fabulous accomplishment, Victoria!|
When I told someone about the, ahem, private party at the Tavern he asked, "So Peter had to turn away all the local drunks?" I answered, "Well, not all of them . . ."
And then, well, we caught the end of the daylight and headed home.
|Mistah is ahead of me, and yet the photo is of me. And Mistah's left shoulder. Which means he held the camera over his left shoulder and took the shot. Which is awesome.|
I am telling you people. The