I love birthdays. I would go as far as to claim that I am the Queen of Birthdays. Not only mine, but my friend's birthdays as well.
I love to celebrate. With as fast as the World gets, and as busy as we all are trying to make a living and a life--a birthday is the perfect excuse to gather all the people closest to you and spend some uninterrupted time enjoying each others company.
That, is exactly what my friends and I did to celebrate my favorite roommate and best friend since, before I'd like to admits, twenty fourth year of life.
The weekend started out rough with a little bit of cake drama but, like I said, it was time to spend time celebrating life with my best and closest friends so--I shook it off, and got ready to party!
Dinner (more so drinks) at Pub Bricco with fifteen of Nicole's (or was it Stace's?) nearest and dearest. Family came in from out of town, friends came in from all over and we enjoyed too many martinis, beers and shots like we she was turning twenty one and fabulous yet again.
The next morning we planned for brunch but, a bit of a hangover later we made it to a later-lunch with all the participant's of the previous night's debacles. Morgan, or Susie Homemaker, even made the most delicious ice cream cake (Cake drama diverted)!
After sufficiently nursing our hangovers with ice cream and fries, it was time to show our sexy at Expressions Pole Dancing! I mean, what makes you feel more sexy than a belly full of grease and calories, right?
Let me tell you how this went down. Those who we assumed would be pros, struggled. Those who we assumed would struggle,
Tyler, were pros. I left the studio with the up-most of respect for dancers, as our instructor politely referred to the ladies whom which "Bands A' Make Her Dance" was so graciously written about. Strippin' is hard work! And I didn't even do the clothes removal part. OR, the attempt to look sexy part. Most of my time was spent trying the moves with, what I am sure was, the look of someone trying to keep down ice cream and fries while sweating like a pig!
So next time your husband, significant other, etc. spends one to many of his single bills in a not-so-classy establishment--rest easy knowing they were hard earned by dancers, ladies, dancers.
The weekend closed out with a relaxing Sunday, nursing hangovers from two days ago (it's harder to recover at twenty four!) and nursing bruises (those poles are no joke!)
By Monday, we had finally gotten it together and were ready to celebrate the actual day that my best friend and soulmate was brought in to this lovely world. A few friends got together for drinks and cheesecake on the patio to laugh, and reminisce on how far we've come and how very far we have to go.
Happy Birthday to my best friend, and roommate. Or, as I've better described her-- the toppings to my Menchies, the fries to my Rockne's Salad and of course, the constant laughter, fun, excitement and support in my life.