I had a lot of fun, surprisingly. Especially with the fifth of rum I had stashed in my purse, with which Juan the fantastic bartender was more than happy to de-virginize my pina coladas and cokes after my step-father-in-law slipped him a fifty.
If that sentence is grammatically incorrect, you'll have to excuse me. I just ingested a fifth of rum.
Anyhow.
We danced lots. I will show you pictures, but I have to warn you: I had my hair "done" and it looked something like this:

I will post more later but I am tipsy and I think Dilf wants me to come to bed because I'm LOTS of fun when I'm tipsy.
More later. Love.