We were like stay-at-home moms who hadn't had time off since Christmas '03.
We dressed up and looked refined.
Took a cab to the hotel with sky-high expectations.
And didn't leave the place until we were numb from all the food, champagne and laughs.
And the massive sprinklers all over the place may have gotten us and our food a little wet, but they didn't succeed in dampening our spirits.
Sorry I'm so dramatic. Sorry to no one in particular.
And no poop jokes at the table, as far as I can remember.
But then again I never remember anything after brunch.
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