I needed a night out. There had been stressors at home, stressors in the classroom, stressors elsewhere. Nothing major; just relentless. A few hours away from it all would be just the ticket.
Obviously, we had a blast. Not only did I get to hang out with friends, but I got to turn a blank canvas into something pretty (well, not hideous) and bebop to good music at the same time. All while sipping Apothic Red (do you love it, too? what the heck is in that to make it so good?).
We were supposed to make a blue moon.
But I went pink. Rouge.
I got home late but refreshed. A gal needs a night out once in a pink moon, right?