My favorite bartender at work. The picture is fuzzy, but then, that seems appropriate.
I’ve always been the kind of girl who prefers a cozy night at her local bar than a fabulous night at the latest hot spot. Not that I don’t like to play dress up. I do. Damn, I have a whole closet full of little black dresses. But if I had my druthers, I’d rather be (t)here. At the end of the bar. Hanging out all night. Getting fuzzy.