katie rocks

Maybe it's not the best idea to party like a rockstar on a Monday night. Not to sure why or how, but for some reason an innocent dinner of chicken parm at Cafe M's turns into a night of debauchery. Well, perhaps not full on debauchery but stories of broken bones in Italy, copious amounts of shots from Greg, darts, dancing and laughing uncontrollably. Wish those types of nights could just occasionally take place on a Friday or Saturday for once!