
Well, okay. There wasn't actually any Earl Grey tea. Nor was it formal. Just heaps of jolly fun and a good way to connect and re-connect with kindred blogging spirits.
I honestly don't think that in real life I look so matinale as I appear in Richard's blog post about the festive soirée. But after all, who could hope to look halfway decent when standing next to the sublime Amy, the Advice Goddess?

Then, just before Pascal skipped off to another event, he confessed, "I bought the tattoo at a boutique in Paris -- it's removable."
And then he demonstrated exactly how removable it is. It slips on your forearm like a nylon stocking.

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P.S. The sneakers are Richard's!
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