The elephant in the room

After the delirium of the weekend and the slew of unexpected gifts that I received (when am I going to find out who they were from? I only have one clue so far, and it's not enough), I had the unexpected pleasure of going to the Fete. After getting one last surprise in the mail, I headed over the Eliot last night, where ice sculptures and chocolate fountains awaited.

This box contains an overflow of girl- and man-crushes. It might be a little too much, actually.

Awww... I know it's not her, but still - cute, no?


Thanks so much to Jen for an awesome time!

The band was actually quite good, and it was a shame when the cops came in to bust up our swinging-dixieland-jazzfest which was apparently out of control. Hopefully all that great music was enough to fuel me for the next few days, during which I better live, eat, and breathe Music 51 if I want to get out of here.