Never thought I'd say that a bar was near and dear to my heart, but alas, it's true. When I'm 90 years old, I hope I'm still frequenting this place (which would probably be creepy to the other patrons but whatever, I'll show them youngins how it's done). Husband and I joined the cousins for drinks and dancing at Mr. Smith's.
A night of reliving memories, destressing after a long week and cousin QT. On the last note, I am "borrowing" a photo of my cousins to throw in because they are all sorts of fierce.