This year my friends and I are all turning the big 2-5. We're so old, right? haha. It feels it at times, especially as more and more friends get married, have kids and start their careers. We celebrated my 25th back in September with a fire, food, cornhole, and fun. I don't have any good pictures from that night because I was too busy cleaning and trying to be a good hostess. I cannot really relax and enjoy myself when the party is at my house. Kinda sucks. So I made up for it earlier this month as I helped my girl Alisha ring in her quarter-of-a-century birthday right. We started our night off at a hibachi restaurant - you know where they cook the food right in from of you. The chef kept joking with Alisha's son and even pulled out some doll that fake pees on you. He enjoyed it.
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| alisha's parents look so bored in all the pictures i have |
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| he was scared of the flame |
All was going well until one of the waitresses came yelling past our table for a doctor or a nurse. Apparently an elderly woman had a heart attack or something and was not breathing. My friend, Laura, being a nurse got up and ran over to help. It was a complete shock and we were all sort of speechless as we waited for the paramedics to come and know what was going on. When Laura returned she said she was unable to locate a pulse and we all came to the devastating conclusion that the woman did not make it. It was a little unsettling trying to go back to our dinner and thinking about it now, we certainly pushed it out of our minds easy enough - perhaps too easily - and enjoyed the rest of our night. [does that make us horrible people? i hope not.]
After dinner we headed to Gangsters, a dueling piano bar. I went to my first one in New Orleans this summer and thought it was a blast. We requested to have them sing happy birthday, figuring they'd make her do something funny, but our request was overlooked or something. Towards the end of the night, after much liquid encouragement and most of our friends had already left, I demanded they dedicate a song to my girl. I don't even remember what the song was now, but I know they had her chugging a beer and doing all sorts of dance moves.
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| I love how frightened Emil looks! |
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| Alisha's regulars at Muz's bought shots all night. |
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| We had a little fun goofing around with the pole. |
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| my kissy face is angry |
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| my Batac loves. |
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| favorites <3 |
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