Champagne & Chocolate

I live in a town that makes up reasons to have quirky parties. We have our own font for crying out loud, and damn straight we had a shindig. Hipsters & Hillbillies was a common theme, because we're clever. And Southern. And there was likely booze involved... Not unlike tonight. (Or last night, seeing as I forgot to push publish. Oops!)

My friend, The Ninja, and I attended an event in support of a local children's head start type program. During which, champagne (aforementioned booze) and chocolate were served. We had a marvelous time, people watching and bidding on silent auction items (secretly hoping ANYONE would outbid and save us the clams) We took pictures in the bathroom, as any good buzzed girl would, and left while the lighting was still good.

Myself and the Ninja in Chattanooga

Across the parking lot is a local place, called Brewhaus.. (It's a must to partake in potato cakes if you ever visit.) We commandeered a couple barstools, ordered more booze (keep your judgements to yourself) and introduced ourselves to the table. Frankly, I only recall "Way Cool", an Asian man, accompanied by three other blokes. Oh and our waiter, Aaron. The Ninja would later reprimand me an tell me "not to stare at the help". But he was just precious, and I had surpassed my buzz filter. (Not a difficult task)

Way Cool and Ninja

Other people came, went & let us touch their mustaches (or moose asses if you ask autocorrect).  All is fair in love & potato cakes. Share often & with abandon, folks!

Candy cigarette and pink champagne - classy lady!