Egg-cellent!

Our new egg-fry rings, courtesy of Speed, have provided us with the most eggstroidinary breakfasts! It's such a simple tool that makes a world of difference when it comes to fying and poaching eggs. Here's Sundays bacon, egg, and cheese sandwich in progress.

MAYUMANA

I don't usually go into a movie or a show without reading at least one review first. My dad's taught me better--if it's been panned, what's the point of paying for something that stinks? But time escaped me last week and I never got a moment to read up on MAYUMANA, the new show we saw on Friday at the Union Square Theatre.

So aside from knowing that two of the performers were once Israeli gymnasts, I had no idea of what to expect on Friday. Meaning not only did I lack expectations, but I lacked an inkling of what the whole show was even about. And I'm not sure I could tell you what the show was about now, after sitting through 90 straight minutes of this wacky, sometimes riventing, mostly awkward performance.

Conceived by Eylon Nuphar and Boaz Berman in Tel Aviv, MAYUMANA (from the Hebrew meaning skill) is descriped as "a purely theatrical event that combines elements from various art disciplines based on music, movement, acting, dance and rhythm." Movement and rhythm we got, but the show lacked music and real "acting" (rather, I'd call it miming). Not until the encore (in a unique twist, we got an extra 'number' after the show was apparently over) did we actually see a collective song and dance from the performers--and even that was somewhat bizarre. The rest of the show was a psychadelic mix of beatboxing, chest-slapping, drum-banging, and break-dancing in a style Mark deemed "Stomp meets the Blue Man Group".

That said, it was mostly entertaining. There were parts were I found myself staring puzzled at the stage wondering if the performers--in military-meets-tribal inspired costumes that could have been made in the early 90s--were transplanted from another planet. And the show was not technically sound (there were a few obvious onstage glitches). But overall I found MAYMANA fairly entertaining, even though it definitely could have been wrapped up in 60, not 90 minutes.

Thanks again to Leezie for the tix!

Gearing up for another weekend with guests: Ian and Rachel are heading down from Charleston. We’ll be seeing an off-broadway show tonight: Be by Mayumana, tickets courtesy of Leezie, and then getting a bite to eat afterwards near/around Union Square. Other than that, no set plans! A nice feeling, since usually my weekends are chockfull with things I don’t want to do, like work. I think we’ll go to TKTS on Sunday to get tickets to a matinee. Hopefully, the weather will hold out. It felt downright balmy yesterday (I think it hit a whopping 40 degrees), but I think we’re in the middle of yet another cold snap.

Pics from the Weekend.

President's Day Weekend 2007

Had a great time! See the evidence...

Go Bec!

Bec is en route to Australia, where she'll join the US National Triathlon Team just north of Brisbane. She and her teammates will be training alonside other elite athletes from around the world, many of whom are now familiar (at least their faces) to Bec since she's had her fair share of international competition (like in Switzerland, where this pic was taken)!

Bec, in case you're checkin in from your layover in Tokyo, I wanted to wish her luck in your very LONG journey Down Under as well as in your training! Enjoy the sunshine and warm temps. Hope you can hear our cheers from across the globe!

Cute.

Jack Weishaar, almost five months.

Weekend Recap

Saturday night brought yet another gathering in the West Village for a family meal at Chumley's. We (all 12 of us) packed into a corner booth in the way back, away from the ever-increasing crowd in the bar area. We munched on burgers (portabella for me); shepherd's pie, salads, and more. Then the gang (minus Jeanie and Uncle Phil, who retreated back to their swank room in the Hudson) went back to our place for Chocolate Mousse Cake, courtesy of the Bread and Pastry Cafe, a place that I once panned heavily (they've now won me over completely!). Then Karl, Anna, Mark, and I braved the ice and cold in the name of Saturday Night and tossed back a few at Brass Monkey on the edge of the MePa. Except for Anna landing ankle-deep in the "fake street" (grey slush camoflauged by the street light to look like pavement) with nothing but heels--and no socks--on, we managed to have a fun night out.

Early Sunday afternoon the troops regrouped for a quick tour of the Hearst Tower and the CG! Office. Then the ladies separated from the men--who went to see Breach--as we ventured down to 45th Street and Broadway for a matinee of A Chorus Line! I loved every second of the show, and am now inspired to become as fit as a Broadway dancer in my 28th year!

Later that night we had another yum meal at Arte Pasta, then retired for the evening. I met back up with the 'rents and Jeanie and Uncle Phil for a drive across the Hudson to Hoboken, where Karl showed off her beautiful-as-always apartment. Then we went to Anthony David's for a quick meal before bidding the Silver Spring folk goodbye. As they made their way down the Jersey Turnpike, Karl and I zipped back to Chelsea to see "Letters from Iwo Jima." A compelling film and an extensive history lesson all in one--can't beat that.

Could this go down as possibly the best birthday-week celebration yet? I think so! Plenty of pics to be posted tonight!

A very happy birthday indeed!

I woke up still overwhelmed by how generous and loving the people I surround myself are. Last night's dinner party at Bec's was perfection: She (and John) threw a warm, elegant, and yes, classy soiree for 18! We had delicious appetizers (cherry tomatoes stuffed with goat cheese; homemade hummus in mini pastry shells; an assortment of cheeses); an amazing sit-down dinner of lasagne, baked ziti, an intricate salad, and fresh bread from Amy's. Following the meal, Bec brought out a tray of brownies and cupcakes (using her secret Magnolia recipe!) made from scratch! She worked extremely hard to make sure everything was just perfect, and I owe her so much gratitude (and maybe some beauty products?) for everything she did.

And an enormous thank you to everyone who came and made me feel like a star last night, especially for braving the ice and snow and freezing temps to make it out. I feel so lucky to have such interesting, loving, kind, and caring friends and family in my life!

Here's an album from the evening. Enjoy!

My Birthday 2007!

Let the Festitivites Begin...

My birthday extravaganza began with a bang on Valetine's Day, with Mark surprising me with a delicious dinner (seared salmon with an orange glaze topped with toasted almonds), gorgeous flowers (purple and orange tulips, and one gerber daisy for good measure), and fabulous prezzies! As the snow and ice fell outside, we had a cozy night in wining, dining, and watching our favorite shows (Lost and Idol!). A perfect way to spend Valetine's Day and gear up for my birthday. Thank you, Mark!

Sweet as Sugar

In case you didn't get enough sweets on Valentine's Day, here's another dose! (I think that would be Lucy in yellow and Sophia in pink, but Sissy, correct me if I'm wrong).

For the Dogs

When I received an invite to attend the Westminster Dog Show on behalf of a PR company repping a beauty product for--you guessed it--dogs, I jumped at the chance. After all, one of my favorite movies is "Best in Show," so I just had to see the real deal. At the very least, I could get some exclusive access to the what I could only imagine would be madness behind-the-scenes.

Madness is an understatement. I was disappointed to find out that when I reached the Garden, the earlier portion of the judging was over and the "Best in Class" competition wouldn't start for another hour. I could still check out the dogs as they're "benched" (or crated) in the bowels of Madison Square Garden, but the public,with a paying ticket, is allowed to do the same. (Coincidentally, this area was also reserved as the athlete warmup for the Milrose Games last week). Not that I'm against the public, but when anything is open to the masses in NYC, people show up, well, en masse. This place was a mob scene. From crazy, frazzled handlers who looked straight out of 1975 to yappy New Yorkers bragging about their own designer dogs, I couldn't take a step forward, backward, or sideways without running into some kind of doggie freak. The woman leading me around, a Siberian Husky breeder who works for the beauty product company on the side, introduced me to what she deemed were the "Michael Jordans" of dog handling, but I don't follow the "sport" enough to really be impressed. I mean, how hard is it to lead a dog around an arena while wearing an atrocious suit?

Though the overall experience was a bit disappointing (I really wanted to see some real competition or at least hold a dog, but they're fiercely protected), the dogs themselves were not. As evidenced by the pictures below, they were all stunning in their own right, from the ginormous Great Dane to the tiniest Pomeranian. If nothing else, it was an entertaining way to spend a Monday evening!

In my thoughts

(Just one of many memories of PTC II)...

When I was younger, I always felt a connection to Philip: I wore his hand-me-down ski jacket, rode his old bike, and played with his toys stowed away in the trailer at the farm. But it wasn’t until college when I really got to know him as more than just the elusive “big” cousin who skied and played hockey in Michigan. For my birthday one year, I got a call from my mom asking if I wanted to have Sunday brunch at the farm (one of the many perks of going to Mount Saint Mary’s was its close proximity to the Farm and a homecooked meal). It wasn’t hard to gather a group of friends to join me—remember, we were broke college kids who would have been happy with a bowl of instant oatmeal and a piece of toast. But Philip, who happened to be at the Farm that weekend, took it upon himself to whip up one of his classic meals: eggs Benedict, French toast, bacon, fruit, the works. My friends and I sat at the long table in the farm’s dining room and just inhaled that meal. From then on, Philip became famous among my friends as “Sarah’s cousin, the awesome cook.”

A few years later, Philip took it upon himself to serve as my consultant as I planned the menu for my wedding. From imported cheese platters to chocolate fountains, I was a little overwhelmed with all of the choices. And those were just the appetizers! So Philip sat with me and advised me on the menu. “Don’t get the mini quiche,” Philip told me as he shuffled through the
reams of catering menus I’d printed out. “The quiche is always frozen and reheated. Trust me.”

So I did. Although he wasn’t in the kitchen, our wedding meal was another Philip creation. His support and insight came at a
time when I needed it most. He didn’t have to sit down and help me with those plans, but yet he spent hours with me on them. And then he and Aleta overwhelmed all of us (including Mark's extended family and our friends) with the most amazing post-wedding brunch the following day. I’ll always be thankful for everything Philip did, especially that time we shared together.

Another Saturday Night...

We celebrated Danny's birthday at Stanton Public on Saturday night. Jo and Keith came up from DC on the Chinatown bus to suprise the b-day boy; here's Jo and I at the bar--it was great to see them! 

From National Geographic to the Lower East Side: Meghan, Nandita, Keren, and I hang out at Stanton Public on Saturday night. 

Bridge to Joss Stone

Had a fun, very entertaining night last night. First, Rachel (friend from CG!) and I met up to catch a screening of Bridge to Terrabithia. Remember that book from back in the day? I always loved it, because like the characters in the book, I was always playing make-believe in the woods behind our house. And even though it’s tailored to 10-year-olds, I got sucked in and found myself on the verge of sobs when Leslie died (I think everyone knows by now that this happens, right?). As we left, I noticed a lot of people with tears streaming down their faces, so I guess the film struck a chord with everyone. A little too sad for kids if you ask me, but I guess it teaches them a valuable lesson and death and cherishing what you have while you have it...

(On a side note, it seemed like CBS’ Joel Siegel, the film critic on Good Morning America (spotted in the lobby), pulled some strings to get some kid (a nephew maybe?) and a bunch of his friends in for what seemed like a very fancy-schmancy birthday party that only a New York City kid would have. Judging by the Dylan’s Candy Bar bags the kids were toting, I surmised they made a stop in the high-end confectionary before heading to this sneak-preview. Pretty sweet deal!)

After the movie, Rachel and I hot-footed it to the lower east side to catch Joss Stone at the Bowery Ballroom. Well, first, we made a pit stop at Lombardi’s Pizza, which was, as usual, delicious. Then we made our way into the jam-packed ballroom to see the second half of Stone’s engaging and high-energy show. She was sporting some kind of Sideshow Bob-esque wig or extensions (a super-curly red ‘do) that grew on me as the show went on. She’s an excellent performer, and has an amazing voice! I think I’ll have to get her new album off of iTunes.

Pretty fun week so far...starting off with Tuesday night and going to a fun Fashion Week even at the Tents in Bryant Park. Karl and I squeezed into a tiny booth perched atop the masses waiting for standing-room-only entrance to a show. We sipped Moet champagne in tulip-shaped flutes as celebrity stylist Philip Bloch (the party’s host), Cyndi Lauper, Fran Drescher, and a few other recognizable people mingled around us. Then I went over to Leezie and Speed’s for some Idol-watching and turkey meatloaf (made by Leezie!). The best meal I’ve had in months...seriously!

Then last night I checked out a free screening of “Music and Lyrics” with Keren and her friend visiting from London. The movie was a little too cutesy and poorly acted at times, and Drew Barrymore and Hugh Grant had zero chemistry. But the New York City scenes and 80’s flashbacks made it, at times, bearable. I feel bad for whatever boyfriend/husband will be dragged into seeing it when it’s released on Valentine’s Day. Definitely NOT a guy’s movie.

Pics from the weekend

Sisters at Dublin (it was a little chilly in there)

Despite Speed's support for Chicago, they still lost.

With the birthday girl at Mixx Lounge on Saturday night.

The Past Few Days

My weekend was filled with a flurry of activity, starting out on Thursday at the Miss Sixty After Party (following the Miss Sixty fashion show, which kicked off Fashion Week).I accompanied my fashionista friend, Nandita, to the party as I assumed it would be at the very least a great people-watching event. I wasn't mistaken--Moet champagned flowed and beautiful people abounded, including Oscar winner Adrien Brody and rapper Eve, who performed on a tiny stage in front of the intimate crowd of 200 or so. The whole thing was a blast, but made me glad I'm only extrinsically involved in the fashion world. It's fun for a night, but the whole scene is a little too superficial and extravagant for me and my H&M/Loehmanns wardrobe.:-)

The next night, Karl and I hit up MSG to watch the Milrose Games. We had press passes so we got front-row views of all of the races. We totally track-geeked out, ogling at all of the stunningly fit athletes like Maurice Green, Gail Devers, Bernard Lagat, Craig Mottram, and Tirunesh "The Baby-Faced Destroyer" Dibaba (the women's world record holder at 5000m). At one point we found ourselves in the bowels of the Garden sitting amongst great Irish miler Eamonn Coughlin and a contingent of the top track & field agents, as Alan Webb, Lagat and Mottram warmed up for the mile behind us and Green got a rub down at a table to our right. I think we were probably the only two normal girls on the planet who would choose to spend a Friday night at a track meet, but I was really excited to be there!

On Saturday, I joined Keren and three other friends for brunch at Essex. Great place! We celebrated Keren's birthday with all-you-can-drink mimosas and really decent food (I tried the matzoh brei) for $15. Two-and-a-half mimosas later, I found myself in Williamsburg, Brooklyn after misreading the Subway map en route to the Upper East Side. Oops. Eventually I righted myself and made it up to my ol' stomping grounds, NYRR, to pick up my number for Sunday's 4-miler. By the time I got home, it was practicually time to head out to Keren's second birthday celebration at Mixx Lounge on 7th Ave. Mark and I were officially the first guests to arrive (so not my style), and we had a lot of fun despite the fact that this "lounge" made a complete transformation into a steamy, jam-packed club. We left a little after midnight just as things were really getting jumping.

Seven hours later, I arose and layered on the Under Armor for my 4-miler. It was ridiculously freezing and I really didn't want to go. But I had paid for the damn race, so I forced myself up to the park and ignored the nauseous, numb feeling that overtook my body beforehand. I started way back in the pack and, after fighting slow pokes and congestion throughout the first mile, I picked up the pace. I ended up surprising myself and running 6:57 pace, well under what I thought I'd do. Still not that fast, but, considering it was my first 4-mile race ever, I got a PR!

The weekend wasn't over yet, though. It was Super Bowl Sunday after all, and we still had the game to watch! Mark, Speed, Leezie, and I huddled into a booth at Dublin, ate a really random mix of food, and cheered on the teams (I remained impartial) until the bitter end. Bec, John, and Keren stopped by for a bit, making it a very fun Super Bowl Sunday!

SPACE INVADER

What’s up with people who can’t respect the idea of personal space? This morning in my cafeteria, I get in line and the woman behind me starts creeping. I moved forward six inches, she took a foot forward. I move another step, she’s right up on my shoulder. I barely had the receipt for my scone in my hand when she’s already telling the cashier she’s having “an egg white omelette and a piece of toast.” And I know she wasn’t in a huge rush because a few minutes later I saw her in the kitchen on my floor making lazily making herself some coffee! Maybe she just liked the scent of my warm vanilla sugar body spray?!?

On another note, I made it to the gym by 6:15 this morning! Go me! Maureen and I did a nice workout suggested by Bec. I feel pretty good running the faster stuff, so we'll see how I fare at the 4-miler I'm signed up for on Sunday.

No new restaurants to report. Last night I had meetings until 10 and resigned to having bread (well, challah) and butter for dinner. It wasn't half bad. Hmmm, on that kind of diet, I'd do well in the State Pen!

Restaurant Week

It's restaurant week here in NYC, meaning prix fixe menus are running amock amongst most local establishments. I never got into this event in DC, and I probably won't here, either--that's just because regardless of how many courses (and desserts) you get, $35 per meal is just a little too pricey for my taste. And besides, seeing that I rarely cook to begin with, restaurant week is every week as far as I'm concerned!

Anyway, in honor of the occasion, I thought I'd document some of the recent places I've dined within the last few days as well as in the upcoming week. I think this is more so that next time I think "hey, I really liked the pasta at ....", I can actually remember the name of the restaurant!

So, let's begin.

1/26: DUBLIN 6: our local pub on Hudson. Typical Irish fare plus your bar staples. On Friday I ordered the burger, medium well, with cheddar cheese. A bit salty for my taste but good enough. Mark liked his Shepherd's Pie-like concoction. B+ for food, A- for atmosphere.

1/27 (Day): HUDSON BAGELS: Does this count as a restaurant? Alternatively with the Sweet Life, this is our go-to weekend spot. Usually they get my order wrong. But yet like a boomerarng, I always seem to return. A for convenience, C- for service.

1/27 (Night): CAFE NOIR: On the suggestion of a friend's friend. Mediteranean/Spanish cuisine in SoHo ( 32 Grand St at Thompson). Sangria is served by the pitcher, as are mojitos--but at a much steeper price tag ($40 per pitcher, vs. $25). I enjoyed the goat cheese and beet salad and sampled the potatas bravas and baked brie tapas. Mark's paella was a little heavy on the seafood. The cash-only factor will probably keep us from going back too often, but I'm not against returning. B for culture, C for lack of ventilation (I was SWELTERING, and I'm usually frezing!).

1/29: KIN KHAO: Meghan A. and I stumbled into this cavernous, but cozy restaurant upon searching for another Thai restaurant in SoHo (Spring St. between W. Broadway and Thompson St.). I requested my go-to, Pad Thai, and was pleasantly pleased with the results. Lately, I've been getting some really lousy pad thai, so their flavorful version went down easily.Meg consumed her chicken in coconut milk and curry with equal enthusiasm. A for taste, A for coziness.

Channeling my inner Addison

After being inspired by Dr. Addison Shepherd on Grey's Anatomy, I decided to go red. Well, mahagony to be exact, and thanks to Tzipi and Jordan at Bumble+Bumble, I am now sporting a new 'do! I love it! From the bottomless herbal tea to the constant eyeful of beautiful people strolling past at every moment, I was completely absorbed by the entire B+B experience. (BTW, I think it's a requirement to have chisled cheek bones and/or 40" legs to work there!) Afterwards, I was able to sport my new hue and an amazing blow-out out to dinner and drinks with the Geographic girls (Nandita, Keren, Meghan, plus Mark and another friend). Then we got caught in some drizzle and the curls came back...but more than 24 hours later, I'm still trying to work it!

COLD

It's currently 9 degrees in sunny Manhattan...well below zero with the wind chill. Deciding I just couldn't fathom the walk to the subway in this ridiculous weather (that and I was running very late!), I took a cab this morning. Hunkered down in the back seat while listening to a SLATE magazine podcast is definitely the way to commute. Now I'm actually hot with all of my layers on!

Bad blogger

OK, I admit it: I suck at blogging. I read my sisters' blogs and realize how mine just seems to slip through the cracks on most days. Maybe it's because I feel like I don't have anything amazing to report. Or maybe it's because I don't really have the time with my crazy, 55-hour-plus-a-week job. Actually, it's probably a little bit of both. But I vow to get better...starting now.

Like Bec, I've been all alone by the telly-phone for the past week or so. Mark's at a client up in Wappinger Falls, NY (home of our slightly bizarre, but memorable pre-wedding retreat for the Catholic Church. Yikes. Still can't believe we did that! Ask me about the Old Priest and the Orgies story one day). He can come home on the weekends, but is gone Monday-Friday, leaving me with less structue in my days since I don't have the urge to scoot home from work to see him. Meaning, I've been staying at work pretty late (9:45 last night...an all-time high--or would that be a low?!), trying to meet my deadlines and stay on top of the tasks that come to me on an hourly basis like rapid fire. I've also joined the morning shift at the gym twice this week, so all-in-all, I feel pretty productive. Not to say I don't get things done when Mark's around, but I guess I just have less fun things to do, so more time for the not-so-fun, like getting up at 5:30 a.m.

Speaking of being productive, on a whim, I ran my first half-marathon on Sunday. Despite the subzero temps and the fact that I'm not trained to run 13.1 miles, it was still a great experience. I might just do another one and actually try to run as opposed to a slow, old lady jog! But it may not be for a lonnnng time!

New blog!

Erin Flynn is reporting her trials and tribulations in Sienna, Italy here. Check it out! She has lots of great things to say, and it'll make you yearn to go to Italy. Now.

Visit to Ashley's!

Last weekend, we had a little Mount reunion at Ashley and Joe's house in Harrison City, PA, just about 30 minutes from Pittsburgh. Shannon and I flew out, while Erica drove from MD. It was a great chance for us to just relax, catch up, and be entertained by Jack, who's now almost four months old. Right now, he's looking a lot like his dad, but you can tell he already has his mom's happy disposition--he was smiling throughout the entire weekend!

2006 in Pictures

Taking a cue from Bec, I put together this slideshow highlighting some of the various fun memories from 2006. Enjoy!

Spotted...

Janice Dickinson throwing a fit on the corner of Bleecker and 7th Avenue. VERY skinny, VERY b-yatchy, and VERY, VERY plasticized!

Check 'er out in all of her glory here.

A visit to York

Ella and Philip really can't get any cuter! We visited them (plus birthday girl Aleta and her dad Bruce) on Friday, and spent a few hours playing with all of Ella's new toys, including a lifesize pink castle. At one point, Ella had both my mom and I in there with her, and then she pulled Mark in there too. I would have loved something like that growing up! And speaking of growing, little Philip is getting so big. But he's just as much as an angel as always and is already smiling and trying to lift his head up. Lots of adorable pics are in the album...

Ella and Philip

Christmas Eve, Morning, and Night

We hit up three--that's right three--houses in the span of 24 hours to celebrate Christmas. The eve was spent at the O'Connells, where we had a delicious dinner and desserts provided very craftily by Sissy and Stella, the Christmas Queens! The babies had on adorable red plaid dresses, but I didn't get a chance to take their picture. The next morning, we rose to open prezzies at University Towers (lots of great loot all around!), and then Mark and I cruised around the beltway to celebrate Christmas day and night at the Flynns'. They had a Thanksgiving-style party with almost all of the extended Flynn family present, including a surprise visit from the Atlanta cousins. More food, more fun!

The album is below.

Christmas Morning 2006

Partying it Up in DC

We hit Porters on 19th and M on Friday night to celebrate Erin's foray into the "legal" world. Fortunately, she opted against the 21 shots her brother so boldly sucked down back in '99, but a copious amount of alcohol was still consumed (what's a 21st birthday without at least one SoCo and lime?)--and a lot of fun was had by all. :)

Click on the link below to check out the pics!

Erin's 21st

Happy 2007!

After a long, relaxing weekend in the greater DC area (pics will be posted very soon!), Mark and I are back in NYC. We're settling down to ring in the new year in quiet style. The last time I didn't have big plans for New Year's Eve was, I think, in 2003 when I was stricken with the stomach flu and spent the night on the McGarr's couch! But we had a few fun nights out over the past week, so I'm actually ready to do not much of anything. Tomorrow I'll break in my brand-new Nano and Nike-plus system (thanks, Mark!) and start the year off healthy with a long workout. The gym actually opens at 5:30 a.m. for the crazies; we probably won't be making it there 'til 11ish.

Happy New Year!

Christmas has arrived on Christopher Street!

Over the weekend, we got our Christmas tree, courtesy of the Hoboken nursery (yes, we did get our tree in Jersey!). We splurged on a much bigger tree this year--all of six feet! (Gigantic compared to last year's three-footer). After all of the ornaments were hung and the lights were strung, I coerced Mark into a mini photo shoot. You'd think we could find better things to do with our time! Hah hah. More pics of the tree are below.

Finished product!

Loading up the car

Mark checks out the best Christmas trees Hoboken has to offer

Cutie Pies!

I've been really horrible with blogging lately, and I apologize. I think just because I've been busy at work. But no excuses! I need to pick up my game. I have some pictures to post later on, but in the meantime, I just had to share this adorable new picture of Sophia and Lucia. Christmas Cuties!

Corinne's B-day Par-tay!

Photos from the BEST party ever! (Thanks, Jo!)