It was a wonderful Friday night. The kind like the ones had many moons ago. With old friends so kindred, they are considered family. Where you dance the night away, shutting down one club after another. And finally getting home just shy of sunrise. Yup, that kind of night.
Which meant Saturday morning was just a teensy bit rough - but nothing a bit of grease couldn't take care of. So a few hours sleep later, the party reconvened at Cafe Habana:
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| Michelada with extra spice |
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| Mexican corn cut to share |
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| Who ordered the freaking salad? |
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At least I tried to look more put together than I actually felt:
Oh man, I miss Micheladas! I used to drink them in Texas all the time!
ReplyDeleteI'm so old now, I can't remember the last time I stayed up til sunrise. :) It doesn't show that it was a rough night, you look great!
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