Friends don't let friends drive home drunk from the Ritz...

The Huntington Ritz screams, well politely states, OG Pasadena.



Not a lot of back story here. P went to a party at the Ritz while I was getting drunk and wasting fine French wine at Blue Velvet. She drank too much to drive herself home. Being a wise woman, she left her car and took a taxi home. Being a good friend I picked her up Saturday morning, and what do two smart women do when running such an errand in the Pasadena summertime? They have cocktails and cheeseburgers, natch.



Bleu cheese burgers. Loves.



Pardon me. Do you have any Grey Poupon?



Lilies in the Terrace Cafe...



and hydrangea in the foyer.



This note being left on my plate added an element of humanity to an otherwise too perfect luncheon.



P has been admonished that from now on when she drinks so much that she needs a ride the next morning, nothing less than the Ritz will be acceptable.


P.S. Happy Belated Birthday, P! *muah*