The location was perfect, not too big and not too small and shaped so that we could fit everybody at one, long L-shaped table. Mama Swede provided the chicken entrée, which was a hit, and Sarianne, Magnus, The Swede and I fixed the rest of the food.
I'm not posting any dancing photos, despite the fact that there were many, because there aren't any where at least one person isn't looking like a fool. Such is the nature of dancing photos, as you surely know. Here, though, is my favorite picture of the night: Erin and The Swede, my best gal and my best guy, thick as thieves and no doubt discussing Sons of Anarchy.