A couple weeks ago, Jeff and I enjoyed a night out with some friends and ate at "Perico's" and then went to "Chango's" Havana Club (fancy word for Cigar Bar). I thought it would be super smoky, but it was well-ventilated. (Wow, am I getting old.) As Jodi promised, it was a really classy place with great live music. One of us - take a guess which one - enjoyed hitting the dance floor for a few songs. We ran into our neighbor's son, Steve, who used to be the young highschooler who mowed our lawn every once in a while for $20. He was bartending that night. We really felt old then! Here are a few pics from the night.
THE GIRLS!
Back row: Lisa, Melissa, Heather... Front row: Tracy, Jodi, Jennifer
Me and good friend, Lisa
Yes, we ended up being the matchy couple in red that night. We weren't thrilled about the idea, but I knew I wasn't going to change, and I thought Jeff looked awesome, so we just went with it. We had forgotten that about a week before, we had both worn white and denim with this same crowd, so they were sure to poke fun at us for it...
After that night, we said the same thing we say every time we dress up and go out together: "Let's promise ourselves that we'll do this more often..."
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