Shaken, not stirred

OK, I just ran downstairs for a minute because I forgot to flip over the signs at the breakout rooms from Thursday to Friday. But then Scott asked me to help him make more bidding sheets for the auction. So then I had to check the blog really quick... and Chris is bagging on the mashed potato bar?? That was the coolest part of the reception. My mashed potato martini tasted better than the vodka one (or two) I was drinking. But back to those bidding sheets...