We were at the Dirty Dwarf last week and found that the door to the bathroom is, in fact, labelled as "Wenches." Well, do you think we could let that pass? No indeed. And so, for your viewing pleasure, here we are, in all of our pre-drunken glory. (Although neither of us were actually drunk that night, it certainly sounds much more wench-y to say that we were.) Sharill later had the remainder of Drew's beer sampler spilled on her pants, largely because I decided to stack all five shot glasses. Hey, they looked stable enough. Apparently, when one jars a wobbly table, stacked glasses fall over. Who knew? So, Sharill ended up looking like she had peed on herself. We took pictures of that too - but they're not getting posted. Haha.