Wine Club’s theme was “La France.” There was brie [so much brie], croissants, Nutella. Plenty of girl talk. 

Around midnight, there were 5 bottles of wine from four girls and a mutual decision that it was time to pack it up…

“Unless…you want to go meet the boys at the bar?”

“I could do that.”

“Do you think we should wear costumes?”

“SHOULD I WEAR YOUR BOYFRIEND’S MADRAS BLAZER & A TIARA WITH THIS WIG?”

And so:

And then:

And next:

[We encountered 2 teenage boys, Spanish tourists, standing in the middle of Broad Street trying to get a shot of City Hall. WHO WOULDN’T WANT FOUR SCREAMING GIRLS IN WIGS IN A PHOTO WITH THEM? Wish we had traded emails with them for a copy of that photo…]

And finally:

[sent from a club member’s husband as “After”]

Vive le vin and pass the advil, s’il vous plait.