It was a memorable hot humid Massachusetts evening.
I recall being drenched.
The only way to survive a night like this is by eating ice cream...
...with good friends...
Watching Bridgette eat her ice cream (and lathering into her skin) made me excited for a little girl in our family.
A few of my friends and I finished the night by sending the hubbys home with the kids (and the sticky sweating mess) and chatting over Panera. Great memories in Worcester for our crew.