Wednesday with Wendy

Someone had a little bit too much Sangria last night. And yes...that someone was me.

My favorite red-headed friend, Wendy, suggested we go to Andie's for a little dinner and somehow, a 1/2 karaf of sweet Sangria ended up on our table!

Within an hour Wendy and I were back at my apartment, dancing to the Chicago soundtrack in my dark living room. And I mean the whole CD. Then we threw in The Cure for good measure. I think Cory was convinced that Wendy and I had finally fallen off the deep end. But we were just two gals, dancing around to Mr. Cellophane Man...in the dark. These things happen all the time-