National Girls Night Out - A Pictoral Essay
Well, not ENTIRELY pictoral . . . It was a Tuesday night, and I was alone - so maybe more appropriately called A Girl's Night Out. But I made the most of it. I walked around downtown, visited a few of our classier hotels, but didn't meet anyone who offered to buy me a drink. (sigh) I felt beautiful, and had to assume it was true since no one complimented me, or even spoke to me. Oh well, maybe NEXT year. Stay Safe And Pretty, Sweeties.