Four ladies going tits up.. sorry BLOODY tits up right jaclyn? That’s worse, isn’t it? It certainly sounds like a bigger mess. What the frick! I cant write much as the evening’s transcription is under lock and key (and i can barely remember it anyway.) But peeing pooches, careening flower boxes, rain, a temporary shortage of… supplies… nothing was going to keep us from our bacon wrapped dates or fancy tuna pate. Jaclyn, Rachel, Gwenschmen…. you c***bags are a lot of fun. And Nick! Damian! Best. Husbands. Ever!