Legs. All legs. Holy shit, legs. So good.
The Swan (Burmese) for dinner, then watching Thor play Loco Elvis. Or at least that’s the plan. I’m beginning to suspect Kerry and I both suffer from FOMO because with both have trouble leaving anything before we shut the fucker down.
Later
Yep, called it. After Loco Elvis, we hit up Zoe’s, danced for a bit, then stayed up talking till two.