THE FINAL ROSE

Our night reads like a Dr. Seuss book:

There were predictions.

There were cake balls.

There were dips.

There were chips.

There were Cape Cod cocktails.

There were (emphasis on the word "were") 5 large bottles of champagne.

There were squeals.

There were snubs.

There were friends old and new!

There was a final rose...and it went to....

Roberto. We love ya' dimples, baby. It's sad how badly I want them to make it....

Thanks for hosting, HH! On to Bachelor Pad!!!