This might not be legal.

No, not the pictures you're about to see: but since Denise is in New York, Zanna is blogging alone. This is new ground for Naked At Places, friends. There's no one to stop us this time. And no one to check our spelling and grammar. Woo-hooo! City on fire!

Anyway.

Tonight was holiday party time. After eating far too much delicious food (the potato thingies, the brie, and the ravioli were the big hits of the night) which we cleverly did not take pictures of, and drinking far too much wine from a box (seriously, Zanna had made it through college and grad school without ever drinking wine from a box. Now she has. And she's not real sober. Let her know if her spelling is bad, ok?) anyway, after the feast, the picture taking started. There was a family photo:

And a dance-troupe photo:
(Mary Grace, your hair looks fine!)

And then there were bluebirds, because, let's face it, it's not a party without a bluebird. This was most definitely a party, because there were two. First, a pretty bluebird:

And then we had this mess.
Nice shoes, though.

Then we had the traditional White Elephant Exchange. Blogger Zanna, being scarred by such events at her grandma's house, stayed well out of it, but Ashley was unafraid. I'm sure her candles will not go to waste--unless they were stolen away from her after Blogger Zanna left the party. If you're real lucky, you'll get an update.

It was generally agreed that Jen won the best prize of the evening.

Santa Claus was, indeed, in attendance, and rumor has it that he said he missed Denise and her dirty whorish mouth.