The husband was not pleased, but my disarming smile won him over.
And so we embarked on our journey, and drove through more remnants of Hurricane Arlene, to finally arrive at Rumi at 4 in the morning. My Chanel lipgloss that I've become addicted to took a fatal dive to the sidewalk. But otherwise the night was fab. R treated us to drinks- a rum and coke for me and two kamikaze double shots for K. We arrived back at home at 7:30 in the morning. Words fail me so pictures will do.
P.S. M continues miserable with an awful case of Herpangina. It's really wearing on us.