Held at Steve and Jeremy's house this year, my tequila night experience was mellow, full of toasts and occasional shots and parents and kids and announcements of buns in the oven. Apparently, I retained this PG vision of the evening because I left just after 11. Debauchery ensued. Stitches should have happened, but didn't. The carpet will never be the same. And rumor has it, Wood broke a bone. Ahwell.
Tequila night vision
decorated af
Matt and baby Lane(pics from T's blog here)
1 comment:
i hope he broke a bone. jerk.
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