Saturday night was crazy. A good crazy, but crazy none the less. The stories I could share simply involve me, Maria, Sheralee, Vivie, and Jim at Mynt.
These stories involve dancing, a British man, screaming out the window of Jim's car, and a scarf. It also involves an email to Brian (which wasn't sent...thank you Jim and Vivie for talking some sense into me) and a text to Kairi (that I don't remember typing).
All I have to say is that it was so good for my soul.
And I still blame it on the British man...
Thanks to everyone for making it such a good, but crazy night.