Kelly. Who shared her bottle of Veuve Cliquot with me.
In fact, it's seriously awesome.
Especially when we remembered the secret, special homemade hot sauces that live in the fridge.
Hot Sauce Heaven, baby.
|Good Morning, New York!|
|I had been instructed to just press brew, and leave whatever was undrunk in the pot for eventual chilling into ice coffee.|
|Inside, I found stuffed grape leaves from the west side market. I know!|
|Not so fast, Kowalsky|
|The flag of Lebanon provides a cooling breeze to the Korean maiden. Wait, where's Ireland? Mary Beth!|
|My watch said 10am.|
|I know entirely too much about this man and his sister.|
|This guy hated us so much, but we thought maybe it was an act so we kept trying to make him love us.|
|These two had some issues to discuss|
|But they're lovers, not fighters|
|MB might be a great hostess, but she's a terrible thug.|
|There's DJ Drez now, Janet's pointing him out in case you're confused.|
|And here's MC Yogi, pumping up the crowd with that sunshine lighting him up from behind.|
|In addition to singing and writing songs, he's also good at lending a hand.|
|Squat and grab your neighbor, etc.|