We had a great party last night. The best part was after the more acquaintance sort of friends left, and only the intimate friends hung around. As usual, we all migrated to the patio around midnight, where we talked and laughed, ribbed each other, played guitars, and sang silly songs.
Today, I’m exhausted, of course, but my relaxing Sunday in PJs is to be short-lived; Nettl’s father is taking us our to dinner. Actually, I think I’ll order a huge steak. Leftover bread sticks and veggies only go so far.
