Monday, December 22, 2008

Merry Christmas from the Future Andersons!

Send your own ElfYourself eCards

A Little Photo Shoot

For our wedding, we have the MOST AMAZING photographers ever (The Parsons Photographers, They are a fantastic couple from Kansas City and his sister is in my wedding party; the Great Annie Parsons.

Well, because they're in Kansas City and we're in DFW we are not doing our official "engagement" session until the Thursday before the wedding. Because we wanted some photos of us that weren't self-taken, we had to come up with a solution.

Luckily, we have a good friend, Raissa that has "the eye" for photography and we did a little family picture exchange. She took pictures of Danny and I and I'm taking their family Christmas photo. They have a beautiful baby boy who is the cutest thing ever and I can't wait.

Here are some of the photos from the shoot:

Prom Pose!!

Sunday, December 7, 2008

High Chance of Showers

Being engaged is fun. I mean, first of all, you get to plan a wedding to a man you love and can't wait to spend your life with. Second, you get PRESENTS.

I've never been one to shy away from recieving gifts. Maybe it's my love language, I don't know. Regardless, you get LOTS of presents when you are getting married.

This weekend Danny's People in Houston gave us a shower. It was a great opportunity to meet his people, see his childhood home and least importantly (but still fun), receive gifts. They are so generous and wonderful and we had a fabulous time. Oh, and the food was fantastic as well.

Here are some photos from the day:

I am NEVER sad to receive wine.

The label is in French - must have translation.
Danny looking apprehensive after I "pretended" to stab him with our new knife.
What could it be...Crock Pot, set of dishes, That Wii we registered for?
Answer: A set of our china!!
We got the cutest Christmas tree decorated with kitchen utensils. The "skirt" was our placemats, napkins, and kitchen towels.
Danny hanging with the cutest guests of the party...
And with Mr. "Stovehand." Funny, I thought that was someone we were going to hire to cook for us.
This is us in front of a beautifully decorated Christmas tree. If you would like to believe that it's ours, that's fine with me. This picture would also look nice on a Christmas card. Since we won't be sending them out, consider this a "Merry Christmas from Sarah and Danny."

Friday, November 28, 2008

A Guns N' Roses Thanksgiving

If you want to know what a Road Trip with the Lindsey's is like, see below:

Hope you had a Rockin' Thanksgiving!

Sunday, November 23, 2008


Probably because I'm the best fiance in THE WHOLE WORLD.
To get your very own "I Love ______" shirt go here.

Homeward Bound...

Guess I'll give an update.

I'm in Nashville for AN ENTIRE WEEK!

I know, it's crazy. I arrived late Friday night and go back to Texas Saturday. It has been and will continue to be wedding planning-palooza. We're getting to the point where we do little, stupid, (yet somewhat important) details, like flower girl baskets and songs to play at the ceremony and reception.

I held back screams at Michaels (normally my happy place) tonight. It's amazing how in one context (bead-buying), Michaels is one of my favorite places. On the wedding aisle, not so much. How DO you fit so much tacky in one place?

Anyway, I'll post some pictures from the past few weeks:

Danny and I take registering for gifts VERY seriously. Guess what store!

We had a great time at an all day Texas Country concert.
I forgot my good camera that day; otherwise there would have been a FANTASTIC people-watching blog. AMAZING.

Humble? Nope. Can't blame 'em though. I guess since I have been very blessed in Texas I can't argue.

Name that food:

Yes, although it appears to be a delightfully-browned turkey, it is not. This, my friends, is a cake.

Happy Thanksgiving!!!

Sunday, November 9, 2008

They won't be writing any tributes about me.

A while back Danny gave me a book titled "Married to a Pastor." It includes tributes to "good" pastor's wives and tips on how to be one. It has been a good resource for me as I'm about to enter Pastor-wife-dom and has inspired me to be a Spiritually Beautiful Woman of Faith.
Having that said, I haven't read much of it. Clearly.

Tonight we had a Bible study with the youth which Danny does every Sunday night. Some nights I am invited to come, especially when another adult can't be there. I enjoy the kids and think of it as another opportunity for spiritual growth for me and time I can spend with Danny.

After tonight, I may not get invited back.

As an "icebreaker" and intro to the study we played "Catch phrase." In this game of speed and on-your-feet thinking we all determined what Sarah, the future wife of Pastor Danny does when she gets stressed. She likes to cuss.

The game piece is handed to me. I pick a word that I realize they don't know as I'm trying to describe it. I decide an appropriate segway word would be....Damnit.

Good one. Very nice.

Thursday, October 23, 2008

Code Fat! Code Fat!!!

Today is the start of my new job and I seem to be having a bit of a "business casual" crisis.
SURELY my clothes have shrunk since I last had a job.

Thursday, October 16, 2008


Today is an exciting day. Today is the day that Sarah and Danny register at....drum roll please...

So far, we have become accustomed to the registering practices of Macy's, Dillards, and Bed, Bath and Beyond. Those were fun but NOTHING compared to the delight that TARGET will bring.

So, if anyone asks, today, I am at Target, and I'll have a gun. Yippee!!!!

Wednesday, October 15, 2008


Lately I've been feeling the urge to blog but haven't - for a few reasons. One, I feel guilty blogging with all the other things I need to be doing. Two, I honestly haven't had much to blog about or the inspiration to do so.
That changed this week when I saw the following videos:

First I will share a clip from The Soup. I mean, I Love God but thankfully, not like this:

Also, this video was shared with me by some of our students at church. It's apparently ALL THE RAGE in the high schools and middle schools here.
Meet Charlie the Unicorn:

And for his second adventure:

Kids, this is why you don't do drugs.

This has been a public service announcement by Sarahkate.

Happy Hump Day!

Monday, August 25, 2008

It's official!!! Status Change

If this were Facebook, the newsfeed would tell you that "Danny Anderson and Sarah Lindsey are engaged." Woo-Hoo!!
It would also show this picture:

Yes Folks, it's true. Danny Anderson and Sarah Lindsey are engaged...and happy to be so.

I know I'm late posting this but it happened a couple weeks ago at my apartment. It involved a portable digital photo frame, a box of ring-pops, one knee and a which I happily responded "Yes!!"

Here are some more photos:

January 31st, here we come!!!

Thursday, August 21, 2008

Get a Job!

Throughout this time that I've been staying at home, "nesting," and basically getting my shizz organized, I've determined something about myself.

I'm going to make a kick-ass Housewife or Stay at Home Mom.

The problem is, as I've been informed by my lovely boyfriend, that I am neither a wife, nor a mom. Therefore, I've decided that I'm going to call myself a kick-ass "House-maiden."

The problem there is that "House-maidens" although fabulous in that they stay at home in their pretty nighties and drink coffee and blog all day, don't make money doing so. And, well, this pretty 2-bedroom, 2 bath apartment/Castle I'm renting somehow costs money to sit around and be fabulous in.

House-maiden needs a job...and a purpose in life.

So, I'm going for my first "Group Interview" today. Prayers Please!!

Monday, August 18, 2008

Big Balls in Cow Town

A few weeks ago when I left Nashville my good friend Annie wrote a blog about my departure.

In this blog, she mentioned that one of the first times she looked at my Myspace, I was wearing a t-shirt that read: "I had a ball at Judge Beans Testicle Festival."
See Proof Here:

The truth is, NEVER had I been to a Testicle festival like the ones I've been attending since I've moved to Texas.

My boyfriend, Danny, lives on a 300 acre ranch in a place called Venus, TX.

This is where the REAL Testicle festival is.

See proof here:

HOLY COW (pun absolutely intended). I had NO idea.

Friday, August 15, 2008

Exclamation Point!!!

Recently “Aunt Flo” came to visit. Yes, THAT Aunt Flo. You know, from Tampa.

My only-child boyfriend, whose knowledge of “Flo” and all of her baggage she brings when she visits (tampons, moodiness, bloating, etc) is fairly limited. I mean, he gets it but doesn’t necessarily know the “ins and outs” so to speak, of the whole ordeal.

Here are a few excerpts from the days preceding and during “the visit.”

“So, why is it called a period? I mean, wouldn’t exclamation point be a little more accurate?”

At this point, horns grew from my head as it spun around. Actually, he was just kidding and trying to bring light of the fact that I wanted to die a horrific death and bring him with me.

As we were getting ready to go to the pool:
Danny: “So, can you go swimming, when, you know?”
Me: Yes, but NEVER around sharks.

Me: “I’m sorry for being such a b!tch lately. It’s not you, just hormones.
Danny (as he gives me a hug): “I know babe but you’re my b!tch and that’s what’s important.”

Wednesday, August 13, 2008

This will be one of those weeks when I post 4 times.

For those of you who haven't totally lost's a blog.
A short blog but a blog nonetheless.

I just wanted to let you all know that I'm having fun in Texas.

The Lovely lady at the Zaxby's drive through thought my Walrus imitation was HILARIOUS. I will say I have to agree.
Actually, this photo was taken on one of our many moving days. It's almost FINALLY done. It seems like we've been moving FOREVER.

This is what happens when you move for a month straight.

Danny doesn't use straws and I just hate to waste. This is us recycling.

See you soon!

Tuesday, August 5, 2008

Blogger's Block

Hi folks,

Sorry for the delay in writing. I know you have all been checking and checking...PLEASE...Just one update Sarah. I can tell. Well, just stop your begging.

I don't know why I haven't blogged. It's not like I have a job or anything. I have plenty of things to blog about; a new home in Texas, going to a new church, painting furniture, reading the former tenants magazines before putting them back in the mail. You know, REALLY interesting stuff here folks. Actually, all day long I write blogs in my head...which never make it to print. Go figure.

So, I'm going to take the pressure off myself and just blog when I want to, because I want to. So, there may be a day when I post 4 times, and then 3 weeks when I don't. Keeping up with my life is crazy enough but I'll try to find time to write about it.

Until then,


Wednesday, July 23, 2008

Hello everyone!
I had a harsh realization today when I read my friend Annie's blog that my blog is terribly outdated. I have fabulous excuses...which I will write about...when I can find my underwear again.
As a teaser I'll throw out words like: moving, Indiana, North Carolina, Grandfather Mountain, Sacramento, Wine Country, moving, moving, sweat, bruises, long car rides and MOVING.

Until then...I have to go sign my lease and unpack 12 feet of a tractor trailer. Anyone in the Dallas/Ft. Worth area want to help?

Hasta Pronto,

Tuesday, June 10, 2008

NKOTB is back...

And they're almost 40.

Yet, somehow, still singing about the same stuff.

I have fond memories of birthday party "fashion shows" to the tunes of "Step by Step" and "Hanging Tough." I remember when they came to Jackson, MS and that some friends of mine got to go. I remember the NEW KIDS ON THE BLOCK sheets, sleeping bags, shirts, etc.
It's hard to believe they're back, in their late 30's, and still singing about girls in the summer.
I'm sorry but do 40 year olds still get summer? Do they get to lay at the beach with their honey with her body all "soakin' wet?"

Absolutely Bizarre.
Absolutely Amazing.

Wednesday, June 4, 2008

So, Here's to You, Mrs. Robinson

Recently, after a long sweaty walk, I was driving out of the lot of the park adjacent to a skate park. There were young boys there, probably ages 13-17, wearing their skinny jeans with their too long hair. They were shirtless and sweaty...and very adolescent.

As I drove by, the boys attention turned away from their friend who has just arrived, to me. I thought nothing of it until I hear; "What up MILF?" (Note, please do not look at the link if you are easily offended. To ease your curiosity, it means Mom, I'd Like [to] F...).

My face turned a shade of red that the running and sun had not given it. Me? A MILF?
But I'm not even a Mom!

My thoughts raced from "He thinks I'm old enough to be a mom!" to "Oh My God!" and "Man, I must be getting older!"

Now, after some thought, I realize that this young boy has no knowledge of my maternal status nor if he'd even have a chance. All he knows is that I'm older than he...and I'm HOT!!!

Paul Simon knew what he was singing about.

Sunday, May 25, 2008

Upgrade Me

The exciting conclusion to "A Girl and Her Diamonds."

Yesterday, you read the first segment of a beautiful story about A Girl (Me) and Her Diamonds. Well, it has been reduced to just the one diamond but that one diamond beats the other 4 diamonds any day. Hands (and neckline) down.

So, for the past year and a half I have sported my 1/4 carat diamond drop necklace. Affectionately, I call it my "Big Girl" diamond. It is MY diamond. No boys have contributed directly and it is a symbol of my independance, growth and to remind me how far I have come. I also consider it an investment.

The jeweler that I work with, despite the cheesy commercials, has been fantastic to work with. This is coming from a skeptic who does not enjoy being hassled. Other than the fact that they do not work on commission so I actually do feel like they have my interests in mind, they have a great Upgrade program. Basically, for the life of my diamond, I can always take it into Shane and they will give me the value of it as long as I spend at least a dollar more on the upgrade.

So, since I've had a helluva year, I decided that a great graduation present to myself would be an upgrade. So, here she is. Meet my latest "Big Girl" diamond. She's .52 carat and I will say looks FANTASTIC on.

Once again Beyonce, You Ain't got nuthin'.

"Mama let me upgrade ya"

Saturday, May 24, 2008

Moving on and moving up!

In November of 2006 I wrote the following snippet. I didn't feel comfortable at the time to post it so I left it saved in a word document never to be seen...until now. Check back tomorrow for the exciting next chapter in a story about a girl...and her diamonds.

November, 2006

Now I’m not one to brag, but I have been blessed with very generous boyfriends who wanted me to have nice things. By nice things, I mean jewelry. Now don’t get carried away, we were young and so I’m quite sure that anyone in the Kennedy family would be less than impressed with my jewels but they were special, they meant something to me at the time, and I fell blessed to have loved and been loved. Having that said, I am currently single which means that those relationships although sweet at the time, alas, did not last.

However, diamonds are forever and although I tried to return them, neither party would hear of it so I kept them. I kept them in my drawer, to come out every now and then for special occasions in order to dress up what I was wearing. Somehow even though I no longer had feelings for either of these boyfriends, the jewelry was just plagued with feelings of the past. Feelings of should-haves and didn’ts and somehow I felt almost as if I were “pledging allegiance” to the past relationships when I wore them. So I stopped. I stopped wearing the diamond three-stone pendant and the diamond “I love you” ring. There they sat, collecting dust, taking up space, not serving any purpose at all whatsoever except to occasionally remind me of the past which is something I try not to dwell on.

So, having lots of things lying around just means that you have to dust those things so I decided to downsize, well, upgrade. I took those pretty little jewels in to the jeweler, determined the value of both, and upgraded. I am now the proud owner of a ¼ carat round cut diamond pendant set in white gold and I love it. No strings attached; well, except for the box-cut chain, and no hard feelings.

Just as those relationships led me to who I am now and developed me as a person, my souvenirs from those relationships allowed me to make a lovely contribution towards a lovely necklace.

Here’s to moving on and moving up!

Friday, May 23, 2008

You make me feel...

like I've been to the drug aisle.

Well, the announcement has been made, friends have been warned, and family has been (cautiously) alerted. I am moving to Texas.

Here's the background. I met a boy. His name is Danny and Yes, my love life is bitchin'.

Because of said bitchinness, I have decided to move to Texas with him (as in alongside of him not IN WITH him) to see where it goes, get a job, and hopefully use my Spanish.

Because of said move, I have begun the daunting task of purging. Ahh yes, the pack-rat purges (did you just picture me throwing up?). A couple weeks ago, I found myself buried in the bathroom cabinet throwing out empty bottles, giving away half-empty ones and vowing to use all of the almost gone yet too good to throw away stuff. It's too bad Danny's allergic because for the next few months I am going to smell like JasmineLavenderTeaTreeSweetPeaness from all of the lotions, bath salts, lip goo, hair goo etc. So stock up on the Claritin babe because my skin will be so soft/feet so smooth/hair so healthy/lips so luscious that it will be totally worth it. Plus, I didn't have to waste all of that perfectly good bath stuff (I'm such a cheapskate)

So here I sit after a long Gardenia-induced bath with a scary green mask on my face amidst the Good Will bags and a trillion things to do pretending to relax on my night off. Next stop...the closet.

Monday, May 5, 2008

Hello? 1994? Yes, I think I've found something that belongs to you.

While talking to my good friend Annie yesterday, I mentioned that recently, someone has come into my life that uses the phrase "Boo-yah."

Now, I know I can have the tendency to say questionable things. However, "Boo-Yah" is not something I want to bring back - to society or my vocabulary.

I told Annie that if I start saying it then she can hit me.

She replied "Yeah, in the A$$; and then I'm gonna say: 'BOO-YAH.'"

Saturday, April 12, 2008

Vote For Me!

Hey everyone,
I have recently submitted a photo to JPG magazine and I think you all should vote for it. In fact, I have recently submitted two. If I get published 1) my name is in a photo magazine, 2) I get $100 and 3) it really helps my self-esteem.

So vote for me. It's for the kids.

Wednesday, April 9, 2008

Gutter Brain

This morning on my drive to work I saw a car with the license plate that said: "HCKYFAN"

I immediately thought, "Wow, HICKEY FAN? That's a little personal."

No Sarah, I do believe that this person likes HOCKEY. Yup. HOCKEY FAN.

Tuesday, April 1, 2008

Life Before Death

"For weeks, all she’d wanted to do was die. But, she said, “now I’d love to be able to participate in life one last time…”"

“All my efforts were in vain”, she said. “It is as though I am being rejected by life itself"

"I wonder if it’s possible to have a second chance at life? I don’t think so. I’m not afraid of death — I’ll just be one of the million, billion grains of sand in the desert…”

One of my favorite bloggers Dooce blogged about this site today.
These are portraits before and after death. I clicked on the link and sat mesmerized at the poignancy of the thoughts of those in hospice.

It makes me so aware of the reality of death, the importance of living, and the value of faith and hope.

What are your thoughts?

Saturday, March 29, 2008

Gwen, I don't think you're ready for this jelly. Holla.

In an effort to take time for me, get back into the jewelry and de-stress a little I decided to do some organizing, some creating, and some red wine drinking tonight while watching tv. A clip from SNL of Gwen Stefani singing "Hollaback Girl" came on.

I immediately became enthralled by her legs. I mean LOOK at these:

There is no amount or working out that I could ever do that could make my legs look like that.

I mean, don't get me wrong, I have my strong points; I do love my stomach.
Plus, Gwen, you could never hold a candle to THIS:

Friday, March 28, 2008

Pink, Normal, Bitchin

Exciting happenings today...And it's only 9:45.

1). This morning I woke up with diminished vision in my right eye. Mainly because it was crusted shut.

How is it that an adult gets pink eye? I'm not sure but somehow I have succeeded in that today.

Please control your jealousy.

2). Because I'm not going to work anymore I decided I had time to take an online quiz. This quiz was said to determine if I am smarter than a 5th grader.
If you too would like to see if you are smarter than a 5th grader be my guest. Let me know what you scored.

I scored a 7 out of 10. I have Normal Intelligence.

As it turns out, this test can not only determine my intelligence but can also forecast my upcoming love life.
These were the results: "Your Projected Love Life: Wow! Your love life is bitchin"

That's right. Thanks Danny.

I am not exactly sure how your intelligence determines your love life...if a reduction in one leads to an increase in another or vice versa.

So, all before 10 am this morning I have found out that: I have pinkeye, normal intelligence, and MY LOVE LIFE IS BITCHIN'

Friday, March 14, 2008

It's probably my addictive personality

Conversation I had with my client's friend today:

[I was holding the three month old baby.]

Friend to Me: You pregnant?

Me to Friend (smiling, eyebrow cocked as I looked over my glasses): Do I look pregnant?

Friend to me (laughing): Naw. You got kids?

Me to Friend: Nope, not yet.

Friend to me: Well I just thought, I mean, Dat baby take to you like crack.

Wednesday, March 5, 2008

Ashton, I always knew we'd make beautiful babies.

In an effort to entertain myself (Ha! like I ever have the opportunity to be bored), I went to to find out who are My Celebrity Look-Alikes.

Not being overly excited about the results the first time; I did it thrice. Here are my thoughts on the results.


Barbera Streisand...Really? I mean, her legs are "like butta" but I've never seen a facial resemblance.
Mary-Kate Olsen? Thanks, I look like an elf.
Oh, and what's with the Asian girls? I have frequently been asked if I was Hispanic but Asian? Not sure that I see it.
Oh, and the strangest of all...William Mosely. Either I "lookalike a man" or Billy's a little feminine.
Kelly Hu: I'll take that, she's pretty.

And now for #2:

Kelly Hu, got her again, along with Camilla Belle. Works for me, they're both very pretty.
William Moseley, Yeah, Dude needs to get a new haircut.
Ummmm, Ashton Kutcher? Well, there was a time in my life that I wanted to bear his children. I guess now I know what they'd look like...ME!

And numero 3: The long haired version.

Ok so I guess I was prettier and more exotic-looking with the long hair. I'll take this one.
Got Kelly Hu and Camilla Belle again.
Oh, and Jessica Alba. THAT'S what I was waiting for. She's hot.

Tuesday, March 4, 2008

It's all about the

I received an email today that allowed me to determine how "rich" I am as compared to the rest of the world. I will admit. I'm pretty fortunate. I sleep in a fantastic bed with nice sheets, take hot showers and sometimes straighten my hair with an $80 hair straightener (which could have bought 3 first aid kits for the country of Haiti). I eat balanced meals and drive my very own car. I even have nice jewelry and a cd collection along with an ipod and laptop. Now, I'm no Bill Gates but I have been extremely blessed.
According to the site, at my former income (when I had one of those job things), which was below $30K (I'm a social worker, ok!), these were the results:

I'm loaded.
It's official.
I'm the 482,298,851 richest person on earth!

How rich are you? >>

I am in the top 8% richest in the world.

Yes, it does really put things into perspective.

So, how rich are YOU?

More importantly, how are you going to use it?

Sunday, March 2, 2008


For the past 2 1/2 hours I have read and responded to more emails, myspace and facebook comments and text messages than I could have wished for.
When I arrived home tonight, I was greeted with a very large chocolate chip cookie with "Happy Birthday Sarah" written in icing on top with icing sunflowers.

Earlier today I spent the day with my family where we ended a relaxing day of napping with a fabulous Salmon dinner with salad, Party Mashed Potatoes, bread with dipping sauce and strawberry shortcake.

Before that, I was at church with some of my favorite people in worship with multiple well-wishes, hugs and "Happy Birthday"s.

This morning I was woken up with text messages and calls from close friends and family. I spent last night with 7 of my close friends eating Uruguayan and Cajun food with fabulous on-the-house desserts including this:

Corie and I
Danny and I
Grant and Danny

I am exhausted and full...of chocolate chip cookies, salmon, strawberries, crawfish etoufee, family, friends, attention, and love.

Thank You All.

Wednesday, February 27, 2008

Add it to the list...

We all know what a fantastic dancer I am and I'm always willing to try new things. However, recently I have been made aware of the latest dance craze sweeping the world (It's HUGE in the Philippines) called the Papaya Dance.
You can see it Here:

Let me know when your headache goes away.
Until then, I am going to go ahead and add it to the list of songs that will NOT be played at my wedding reception.
It is as follows:
Electric Slide,
Chicken Dance (I know I'm German and all but NO WAY)
Cha-Cha Slide
and now, Papaya.

Jesus, Teletubbies, and Cheeseburgers

The other day I heard the term “tinky winky” used in reference to the male reproductive organ. Now, I’m all for discretion but imagine the horror that this child may face when he realizes that what he thinks is his “tinky winky” is not THIS: And vice versa.

I have also heard of the female parts referred to as a “cheeseburger.” Now this to me is one of the more disturbing ones. I mean, a food? Really?

These poor children will grow up unnecessarily confused. It’s just like that time that I was sitting in church, at about 6 years old, wondering why in the world we were talking about Jesus and his tally-wacker when, in fact, I believe the Bible uses the word Tabernacle.

Tuesday, February 26, 2008

One of my favorite websites, posted a video this week about

As someone who has always been a little weird about my stuff, this website really speaks to me. How wonderful would it be to get those memories back that you thought may have been lost?

I was just telling someone yesterday that if I lost all of my photos that I have taken over the years I would have to go to the hospital and possibly for a while.

I encourage you to check out the video and website. Oh, and if you happen to see any pictures that look like me in college at River Stages (a three day concert) that a security guard may or may not have made me throw away, PLEASE let me know. They really need to be in the right hands.

Thursday, February 21, 2008

Why You Should Invite Me to Parties...

Especially the classy ones.

A few weeks ago on a Wednesday my friend Stephen called and asked if I had plans that Saturday night. He managed to get tickets to the Brentwood Gala, a black-tie fancy party to benefit Williamson County Schools. Being a graduate of Williamson County Schools I knew I had to go and support my alma mater.

Ok, so that last sentence is a lie. I went for the free food and booze.
Oh, and I got to wear a fancy dress.
In fact, the only thing I contributed the entire night was some pretty sweet dance moves on the dance floor. To say that was minimal is an extreme understatement. Read it again, you'll get it.

Actually, about mid-way through dinner I realized why Stephen chose me to go with him. When I presented my hypothesis he couldn't deny the fact that: He only brought me there for my rhythm, crass humor and love for free wine.

I think he got his free ticket's worth.
So, thanks to the beauty of digital cameras you can see for yourself how the evening went.

We started out all classy-like.

As you can see, Stephen is growing out his beard for Whiskerino.

After the dinner and auction the party moved to the dance floor.
Where the classiness ended. Abruptly. Sometime after this:
Don't worry, I still got some R-E-S-P-E-C-T.

The party face came...

So did the lady with the red feather boa AND the lady with HUGE flowers on her shoulders.

Thankfully the lady with the boa shared...

Da Booty came.

And I was thankful I shaved my armpits.

There was a little Line-dancin'

And a lot of Shoutin' going on.

A new dance move was introduced...
Window Shopping.

We want YOU on the dance floor.

The night ended a little something like this:

But not without the party favors!

Thanks for the fun party, Stephen!