No, fuck that. I did deserve it. And my wonderful friends deserved a night of drunken revelrie as well.
Photographic proof of our night. LOTS o' pictures.
Flowers from my husband before he got the hell outta' Dodge.

I made some pretty cupcakes:

Enough?

It started off innocently enough:
"Hmmm...do I start with bourbon or wine?"





Present from Travis. He thought I needed a new gym bag. Inside the gym bag were colorful cigarettes and vaginal wipes. I love him.

My husband HATES celery. Hates it with a burning passion. This one is for him.

Who's a Pretty Barbie Birthday Princess? I AM! Thanks to Meghan.

Things went downhill (in a good way) quickly. Soon we were drunk.
Apparently I thought something we really fucking hilarious. I wish I could remember what it was.


No pillow fights, but Rachel got smoochy.





Phil is mysterious.

My dogs wanted us to shut the fuck up and go to bed.

But I made Ichabod play some Wii.

Full contact Wii.


Me. 3AM drunk in three parts.



34 is gonna' be a good year.
11 comments:
Looks like fun was had by all! And, holy shit, is that Aimee Campbell in some of those pictures, or is it someone who just looks a lot like her?
That looked like a blast. We commend you on your enthusiasm and variety of likker you had on offer...but. We need to upgrade you in the bourbon department. Next time, give us some advance notice and we'll send you a bourbon care package.
EM: Yes, that is in fact, Aimee C. Only now, she's Aimee D.
Bubs: I know Jim Beam isn't the pinnacle of bourbon. I couldn't afford to be fancy this round.
I will take you up on your offer of a care package though! Right on!
Did anyone vomit?
Thanks for the info on Aimee! Please pass an enthusiastic hello her way from me. Thanks!
What a fabulous time you had!!!
Wow, good times! What was the total tatoo count at that slumber party?!
Love your shirt too, btw.
Happy 27th birthday!!!
Yay, a party!
Happy b-day Bacon Lady!
Happy B-lated b-Day! I can see you've all had yourselves a GRAND ole time!!!
God, that celery pic is fucking horrible...
Happy birthday though, looks like a cracking celebration.
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