Hung over ...

It started with white wine and 6 glasses of lychee martinis, which became two jugs of apple sourz followed by 2 flaming lamborghinis, a bottle of bacardi and mixers, plus some vodka in between... Wine bar was the place it started, phuture was where it ended.

And in the middle, friends made it all happen, without whom one place is as good or bad as another.

BUt. No more drinking. That's our conclusion - or mine :P

Anyway, what's a night of revelry without some guy-talk among the gals? Finally, we were left with this thought to ponder:

We need guys who know what they want. If they don't they should go experiment, so long as it's not with us.