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.
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