After all the beer, I did not get up very early. Sean made me and Stacy coffee, and then we went to get pedicures.
The massage chair was exactly what I needed.
I picked up some sushi from Publix, and then didn’t snack at all, because that night was my last supper at Bern’s (most likely, because of the moving).
I didn’t get pics of everything, because it took a few drinks for me to relax on my “no photos at Bern’s you tacky whore” policy.
But after several cocktails (and spiced duck crostini) I decided that I must take a picture of the wine that was older than me. (Plus I wanted a pic so I would remember the name because it was very good.)
I didn’t get a pic of the soup or salad either, though they we glorious.
Once we were on the tour, I got very sentimental.
My last trip to the dessert room saw the return of some old friends.
I’m just sad now.