(Sadly, these weren't the worst pictures of the night. )
In concept, chocolate wine didn't seem like a bad idea. I've had chocolate raspberry port. Ranwei has had chocolate raspberry brandy. And Marie and Amy (photographer and graphee) both like chocolate stout. And yet, as the night went on, though everyone but the un-peer-pressurable Ashley tried it, and all the other bottles were emptied, this remained stubbornly full. Amy must've passed her cup to half a dozen other people just to finish her tiny bit (it's OK, the alcohol kills the germs- plus, baby Amelia was vaccinated Friday). It came from Brunswick, looked like Yahoo, but tasted even worse.
Speaking of hygiene, nutritionist-in-training Lena here is eating a chip off of a stranger's plate. From a table crowded with empty cups and half eaten pie. "Whose chips are those?" Everyone asked of the abandoned nachos as they entered the kitchen. But no one knew. So we all abstained, however hard it was, since Havarti + chips + pineapple salsa = brilliance. Finally, Lena walked in and grabbed a chip. "Were those yours?" "No." "Oh. OK."
Amy's head is getting crushed as she indulges in decadent blueberry pie. How much do I need to explain? I've already given you the picture.
Yeah, it was a pretty awesome birthday party.
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