(The party started at the beach club at a resort attached to a private airfield, but it didn’t end there!)
Sadie, if you’re reading this CALL ME because I’ve found our posse! Holy SHIT my ears were ringing from all the hootin’ and hollerin’ last night! Some were drinking, some were “smoking,” some were doing both . . . granted I was doing neither, choosing a spectator role for the evening, but I had more fun last night than I’ve had in a loonnnggg time.
We’ll be in AC soon, probably trying to see how many casinos we can get kicked out of, and if their favorite Cuban highroller is in town the entertainment will be on a level you don’t often see. So send your squeeze to HOB and join us!
(Private dining at the Atlantic City Foundation Room)
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VJ // May 27, 2007 at 3:32 pm
Sounds like fun HP. I’m glad for it. Me, I finally get to travel today with some decent dinner tonight. But we got at least a smile with some gifts too. That’s always nice. Cheers & Good Luck, ‘VJ’
Bubbas' Nightmare // May 27, 2007 at 11:10 pm
Yeaahhhhhh, that’s what I thought. “Not blogging this weekend”, my hind foot!
Glad you found a posse, dear; I know you’ve been looking for one for awhile.
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