take off your clothes or go home...

saturday night: a 24th birthday; cupcakes; wine; champagne; food; friends; laughing till our stomachs hurt; going to a bar; old school music played from our high school days; vodka7; vodka shots all around (sick); a bedtime of 6am sunday morning; a wake up call of 9:30am.

  birthday lady.

 'wine! how classy people get wasted.'

while i certainly wasn't wasted, i did drink this bottle.

 oh so good. those are red velvet. yes they are.

 chowing down.

that's us. (a terrible phone picture because i still have no idea how to set a timer on my new point and shoot). ps. i miss being the token blonde. i feel this way every time i dye my hair!

while it was a good night, i certainly paid for it the next day. i downed water, and popped tylenol before i had to go to work. i have no idea how my friends do this 2-3x a week and drink far more than me. they're crazy.

*if my hair looks darker, that's because it is. i had the hairdresser add a rinse to darken/richen it up again. if you didn't notice a difference, just ignore this :P