Hostess of the Lostest

I'm at work, and we're getting a little sauced waiting for passers by to stop in and oogle the art displayed at the clinic for the neighborhood's First Friday exhibition.

There are fiveof us here, eating the food, dancing to New Age Techno, wantonly spritzing ourselves with a Flower Essence concoction, formulated to unblock creativity.

Now a couple of the gals are headed over the the Dermalogica display to play with the face goop, one of them accosting me with Vitamin C cream. It's not the kegger party of my youth, but this is as close to partying as I get these days.

Happy Friday,

Cindy