Saturday Night

We went to Devil's Martini.
Who knew that a pair of boy's golashes would attract so much attention? Karly was la femme de la nuite.
Much to our disadvantage, there were many greazzzy mongers.
1 picked fight (someone needs to be the voice of reason)
2 glasses of chardonnay
3 am, and it was time to go.


Karly: Get away from me, loser!