Whoa.

This post can also be named, “Why Michelle should never drink a bazillion martinis in one night.”

I think at some point someone wanted me to do a martini tasting review last night. I am lucky I didn’t get carried into the house. There was no way I was going to post. I did however burn my hair on a candle in the bathroom at the restaraunt. I don’t know how, but all I can smell is burnt hair. I should be thankful that it wasn’t bad and that I can’t tell where it happened, save for the stink. I also pulled out one GIANT matte of hair. I think I am lucky that I have any hair left at all!

Since it will be a while before the Big A gets me the pictures and supplimentary information, I just want to say that I had a good time and that the people working at Ink are awesome. They make a damn fine martini. And to all of the boys who let me buy them drinks – if I run into you again, you OWE me (Leroy, E-squared – I am talking to you)!