So, another Grape & Wine has come and gone.
Good times were had by all.
Sometimes "good" can be replaced with "drunk" in sentences that I write. Please keep that in mind.
I was the resident Sober Sally, since I chose to drive. That of course meant that I treated myself to the infamous Fat Girl Platter afterwards.
Yeah, like you didn't know THAT was comin'.
I took a crapload of pictures, as promised. But I won't be posting any that have my face in them.
I'm sparing you, my lovely readers, from the monstrosity that it was. You'll thank me one day.
Gross damp weather + straightened wavy fried blonde hair = "Holy shit, is that a sasquatch?"
So instead of showing my face, I will only post pictures without it.
I climbed some benches...
Got patted on the ass by my lovely girlfriend Cait...
And unknowingly was photographed the whole time.
Just so I could bitch at my doppelganger, Mike.
And now Grape & Wine is over, and the whole of Niagara will be nursing their hangovers for the next month or so.
Gotta love it.