post wedding-rehearsal relaxation

Sean and Anne, bombed.

Stoner Waitress:  Wow, look at the orange moon!  It's freaking me out!
Sean, bombed:  Do you ever freak out and rip up the check?

The Stenz, bombed, and Londa

Anne and our mid-afternoon margaritas while on a break from shopping on Tuesday. It was much needed after marauding with the awful Maureens.

4th of July post-fireworks at Bru. 2 stouts and a pale ale, but which is which? Oh, the insanity!

Correction: It was a Scotch Ale that Ben had. Meh. Happy, now?