Proof that you never know what the night will bring

Last night Liz and I ended up hanging out with some faux mustachioed men and a girl dressed as a bride who we found at Casanova. They claimed to be dressed as boy band members but we thought it was more Ernest Hemingway chic. I have some more incriminating photos of Liz but decided to be kind and leave them off the WWW (for now, at least).


















Here's a photo of Liz being traumatized:























Notice where the straw hat started off and where it eventually ended up. I always enjoy bringing home souvenirs from bizarre nights out. This is how I acquired my collection of international rugby pins. Unfortunately, I think I'll probably have to return the hat to its rightful owner.