My BFF Carrie (center) finally made it back to the States after a long, arduous season running a yacht in St. Maarten with her fiance. Apparently, Katie (right) and I thought no activity would mark her return better than some good-old, balls-out weeknight debauchery sponsored by our close pal vino. I haven't had a night like this since I was young enough for it to still be acceptable.
We successfully offended everyone within Fort Lauderdale city limits and also managed to be denied admittance to the seediest dive bar downtown, drunk dial multiple exes to spread the news of Carrie's engagement and pay for a cab in quarters. I know all these things happened because I read about them on Facebook. Mission accomplished!