ann and dabney make it a hat trick

ann and dabney firmly believe that a day of eye strain, pin pricks and finger cramping merits a good stiff drink. so after sewing for hours on friday, they headed out with ashbloem to the red fez for a belt or two (or three, or four... ann and dabney were soon incapable of counting, especially since shots would appear mysteriously before them on the bar at random intervals).



there was some low- to medium-grade flirting with hot lesbian bartender that went something like this:

ashbloem: pssst. hey, hot lesbian bartender. you're sexy.
HLB: well, hello cleavage...

they also took pictures of themselves in the red fez that lives behind the bar, for no other reason than there actually is a red fez at the red fez.



thanks to terra, ann also had the pleasure of attending a game at good old fenway park on the most of beautiful of sunday afternoons. see the account of their day in the sun on the newly re-dubbed interravision.