Pure Class

Preston and I ate a very classy establishment tonight called "Buffalo Wild Wings" and we were joined by the classiest of the classy....



Needless to say, Preston was slightly embarassed after I licked my fingers and put my elbows on the table. And he felt a little bit out of place without a mustache and a tattoo of the virgin Mary...not to mention that he was also wearing a pink polo shirt.

P.S. If you look closely you will notice a little "like father like son" action going on.

Classin' it up in Tucson,
Anna


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