I must say, the margaritas were strong there. Jenny was utterly swimming after half-a-glass. However, it was not as bad as the time at Timpano's when I had the single martini that laid me out for the Friday's mojito that put me a few sheets to the wind.
When it comes to drinking, we are such lightweights.
Jenny's half-brother Mark was in town winning himself a fellowship in DC. Go Mark! Our only task now is figuring out how to make him babysit as often as possible. (Yeah, we're selfish that way.)
