So, after leaving our fair friends, we made our way to The Abbey, whereupon we sat quietly sipping our scotch and watching the flirtacious young men at play.
Well, APPARENTLY, the combination of 'inspirations' he had had throughout the evening prompted my brother to seek out someones, not someone.
I almost got caught last night in my mess of too many boys. I went on a first date with someone last night and realized I was referring to him by the wrong name all this time. Luckily I very rarely actually call somoene their name to their face, so he never needs to know, but this whole time I thought his name was Josh and it was actually Jeff. oops. Although he did wonder what my sudden chuckling fit was all about, but typcial Tink sweet talked her way out of it as normal. Close call.
BroadwayBoobs: I'll give all of you who weren't there a hint of who took the pictures ...it rhymes with shameless
SOMMS: I knew it was Tink!