I made it back from the Tampa Thanksgiving festivities unscathed despite the 9½ hour drive there and 9 hour drive back.  Obviously, many more people were traveling this year due to the lower gas prices.  It’s a typical 7½-hour-or-so drive, so the extra 2½ hours sucked. 

And unfortunately, I didn’t take many pictures while on my trip because I was bathing in a bottle of Corona Light most of the time, but I do have grandmother stories to tell.  And once I work through them all in my mind and try to make sense of them, then I will post them for all to read.  But for now, I cannot think about it.  I must think cocktails.  One of my many favorite subjects.

The Saturday before Thanksgiving, I attended a lovely Cocktails and Smores party at the home of friends, Lala and Jaçon (that’s a ç as in garçon, by the way…yeah, he’s gonna love that).

They have a beautifully remodeled 1920’s bungalow in Atlanta that makes me just a freaking boatload tinge envious.  I felt a little funny asking Lala if I could photograph her entire house, so unfortunately, I have no pictures to show you.  But take my word for it people…gorgeous!  What I didn’t feel funny about was taking pictures of all of us party-goers hopped up on smores and Cosmopolitans.  Some of us more so than others:

In the backyard of the house, there is a deck built around a brick fire pit where we toasted our marshmallows and gobbled our smores.  It was a bit chilly that night, so the fire felt awesome.

All in all, it was a lovely evening (what I can remember of it), and at the stroke of midnight…Lulu turned 38.  Officially old, y’all.