Last Saturday started off nice and ladylike with Jesse’s adorable tea party themed bridal shower in Redwood Shores, and ended real Twerk Team-ish in the back room of Blondie’s in the Mission. In both cases, I wound up a hot mess. It was 82° in the peninsula, and there was no AC in the clubhouse the shower was at. I ended up sweating through my dress, but had a good time! Continued the festivities with an impromptu GNO with Nikko’s newfound friends from Italy and FINALLY got to get my dance on. By the end of the night, we all left with our hair up and one less layer of clothing. Apparently, five drinks for me equal one gnarly ass hangover. I was so out of it Sunday morning, I needed folks to translate English for me. #gallery-15358-1 { margin: auto; } #gallery-15358-1 .gallery-item { float: left; margin-top: 10px; text-align: center; width: 25%; } #gallery-15358-1 img { border: 2px solid #cfcfcf; } #gallery-15358-1 .gallery-caption { margin-left: 0; } /* see gallery_shortcode() in wp-includes/media.php */
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