On Saturday, Anna, Bird, Lizzie, John, Ev and I went out to dinner, and then headed to an assortment of parties. One of our stops was at Five Paces-- it's amazing how an old school favorite dive bar suddenly seemed populated with kids--- and then I remembered it had been five years since I last visited the watering hole. My, how time flies. Lizzie won the award for having the worst/drunkest guy at the bar hit on her. Apparently announcing that you're married is no deterrent to someone seeing triple.
