We went out last night for Rhianon's birthday. We got there a little early and were joined for a while by a rather sleepy Daniel who left before the kids joined us. Good times were had, good drinks were consumed, and I woke up this morning with dry heaves and a wicked hangover. Oh, Liza, when will you learn, liquor, beer, liquor, never sicker. Or something along those lines.
And I took some pictures. Some of them are even in focus.
(Warning: very
The boy.
Alison arriving.
Me.
Me again. One of these will probably end up on
pics_of_liz.
My sister photographs so well when she
actually lets people take her picture.
John.
Joe.
Beer is awesome.
Ingrid heads to the bar armed with take-out curry.
Suzanna, a guy who have to tell me his name 3 more times before I can commit it to memory, and John.
My sis and I.
Rhianon getting some birthday kisses.
John is making a "drunk face" for me.
Token blurry bar action shot.
Long underwear + knee high argyle socks + cowboy boots + 100% awesome!
And Joe and Kat are giving each other kisses in the background.
I think that's my sister under all that blur, but I could be wrong.