Each Night the Same, Only Different

All this week we've celebrated cocktail hour with a scotch on the rocks for me and a gin & tonic for Sam. And then we cook dinner, a fabulous, amazing sumptuous dinner, and we eat by the pool. Here is just one example:


And then night falls and we sit by the glow of the pool and drink wine and talk and listen to music (lots of Brandi Carlile) and talk some more, and finish the wine, and listen to more Brandi Carlile.

It looks kind of like this:


















And one night, after a particularly good bottle of wine, we decided to go night swimming. And it looked.... um, well, never mind.