...and a fashion show including four outfits my daughter-in-law made that were fantastic. However, it was so hot in the gay bar it all took place in that Ali and I had to leave after Cindy's pieces. I thought I was going to puke. So no Balkan dancing for me tonight, although I was rocking the dirndl and Heidi hair and have been dying to gypsy dance for days.
I am pretty exhausted now, after my own show last night. But tomorrow's Sunday, and I'm gonna chill.
But, folks: I see 1,000 hits on this blog as of this evening. I have no idea who most of you are, but thanks for reading!