179. Back in St. Pete. You'd think we'd be exhausted from our trip, that we were. But, our dear friend Anton was the DJ for a gig and we promised we would come and dance. After listening to an odd band who threw out oranges, Anton rocked the small bar with some of my favorites. Audra and I had fun chatting up with some of his friends (pictured: adorable Mila) and left smelling like we had rolled around in ash trays.
No comments:
Post a Comment