I am running on empty today. I got home around 1 a.m. We made Andrea wear a tiara all night - at first she was resistant, but she left it on. Went to the restaurant - good beer, good sweet potato fries, cute bartender. Then we did the nightclub crawl, which really drove home the point that "I'm too old for this." We were at least 10 years older than the other patrons. At each one, there were signs that valid ID was needed to enter. But at one place, even though the bouncer was checking the IDs of everyone in front of us, he took one look and waved us in. So apparently not only are we old, we also look it. I don't like hip-hop and I can't dance, so that part was a snoozer. We left and went to an all-night diner for dessert and then home.
So here we are at the restaurant...
(Tracy, Andrea, me, Danielle)