We went to a ball. For real.

What? You didn't go to a black tie, mad-hatter themed fundraiser for an art foundation this weekend?

Welcome, once again, to my life.


A big thanks to SWC for the tickets, and a bigger thanks to our awesome, dance-animal guests -- our friends, Jen & Kiel. Their "costume" theme was queen of hearts, and they looked adorable, trust me.


My goal was to get this teacup in my hair for my costume. It worked! This is post-dnace party, so it's a little messy, but it held up great!



This is Robert, pretending like he's going to get away with not facing forward for a photo. He looks great in a tux, right?

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