The week before Graduation they had a dinner and dance for the graduating med students. We had a blast getting all prettied up and making it a night to remember. (I posted all the pictures in the wrong order-can you tell I don't blog much?).
After the dance, the Fitzgeralds went with us to George Webb's (basically a more ghetto version of Denny's) but who can pass up hot fudge sundaes and cheese curds at 1 in the morning. Not us.
I taught Jill the fishing dance move. Classic.
The dance was downtown right across from the Art Museum. My beautiful friends that I miss so much.