On Friday, November 2nd, La Boca Loca, the Mexican restaurant in Miramar, hosted a Day of the Dead party. They had face painting, a photobooth, amazing food, delicious margaritas, and a shrine to all their departed family members. Could I use more commas in one sentence? We shall see.
My Girl Gang and I went along. Laura drank a squid ink margarita. It was brilliant.
Then, a belated halloween party. With my hair streak determinedly faded out to white blonde I added an extension to the other side of my head, teased the rest of my hair to within an inch of its life, and went as Bride of Frankenstein.
Craig went as Batman.
The next day I swore, yet again, that I would never ever ever drink punch, ever again.
Let’s see how long it lasts this time.