the adventures of my feet

So, long story short, I went out to Geneva today, and I got kind of drunk. I checked my camera on the train ride home, and of the pictures were of my feet. I guess that's what happens after four glasses of generously poured wine (and havin' some sweet ass Toms!). The dog isn't mine, it's Kristin's (although we do have a new edition to the Samuell clan... Sandy!). I even got to ride in a car without paying a ridiculous fare, ate some food, hung out with cool middle-aged friends, and damn near fell asleep on the train (with Mum&Sons in my lap, no less! This is the last you'll hear about them, I swear... [although I can't make any promises]). Sometimes I really like this place.