Samantha threw a kickin' old-skool throwdown of a party, or so we heard. We tried to go, but parking in the Eastlake area was less than non-existant. We ended up driving around for a half hour before deciding that the closest parking space was a long walk even before you added in the Annabel factor. She's approaching one stone in weight (that's 14 lbs., people), and carrying that much weight + diaper bag + bottle bag a mile plus didn't seem like it was worth it. So, back home we came. Didn't see any fireworks at all, but we did hear them all over.
Some idiots down the road blew up a TV in the City Light right of way. Yeah, there's you a way to celebrate the Fourth -- blow up a TV.
New pictures over on Annabel's site.
