My bottomlogical clock is ticking

Last night GarGar showed me a text he had sent himself in September, one meant to remind himself that I had said "My bottomlogical clock is ticking!" or some such nonesense. It made us giggle a bit at Juanita MORE's Wednesday night Booty Call party.

We had finished our monthly dinner with Dyson at a nice Asian fusion restaurant where we re-hashed the past weekend, our (lack of) love lives, our jobs and life in general. It was a tasty treat, accompanied by unusual basil-infused cocktails.

And since it was Wednesday, we decided nightcaps were in order so we headed to Juanita's party where we had the chance to glimpse Dyson's new Monopoly-partner and dance to Timbaland!