This won't be a wordy post. Just one filled with fun photos. I had a blogger date with Melissa!
The title of this post? Probably the best pick up line I have ever heard from an 18 year old kid.
Ahem, moving on.
Our night included some fabulous food from Bolero...and possibly a bottle of wine.
Fried artichokes. My life is complete.
We enjoyed the food, wine, and company so much that we didn't make it to the game on time...at all...like not even close. Fine by me. I probably could have killed 8 more platters of bacon wrapped dates.
This guy was hilarious. Ya know, after his peanut shells landed in my hair. Who eats peanuts??
These poor Thunder....yeah, I don't know what they were called....were forced to take everyone's photo. So I invited them to actually be in some. Thoughtful, I know.
I...I don't know. I really don't.
An older man named Robert had a tough time working my camera phone. The guy on the left called it a Zack Morris phone. I bought it in August...sadly it didn't come with the Zack Morris bag. Whatev.
