This is a picture of Matt and me from a distance when we didn't know someone was taking a picture. I don't know how many of these exist, but the friend who took this one takes TONS of pictures (like me) and is extremely quick to post them - that guy (I suppose like me) was born for social networking sites like Facebook.

We went to Blowoff last night and had fun. It took us just at an hour to get to the dance, though. At that time of night (midnight), it should normally have taken us less than 30 minutes to get to Tribeca from our house down the West Side Hwy. But, because I insisted we go left out of the garage instead of right, we had to go through a sobriety check point near the house. Little did the cops know we were heading into the city to drink and dance!
By the time we got to the tunnel, there was a TON of traffic there and IN THE CITY. Our GPS took us through the city instead of around because it was more direct. Matt was fit to be tied when we got into the dance and the thick, packed crowd didn't help. All of a sudden Matt started getting a headache. We danced together for a little while and just as he was getting into it, I accidentally hit someone else's drink, which splashed onto the guy (from DC) and Matt. I'm such a clutz sometimes! I had had only two beers by that point, too. A hired photographer was taking an event photo of me and some other guys and my hand hit the drink to my side. Ho hum. What Matt has to put up with.
We got home around 4:30 and went pretty much straight to bed. Getting ready - now - to go to the Muscle Bear Cruise! YIPEE!!