a desert fete

Did I say something about a party? Turns out, it's hard to find documentation of a good party.

Oh well. There were moscow mules, champagne, peonies, friends, family, kiddies. At the end of the night there was a sister asleep in the guest bed, a mom asleep in the main bed, a husband [sitting up] asleep on the couch, and five best friends of one girl from different states, different eras of a life, all together. Giving um, drunk piggy back rides in the yard.