Saturday was also the day I turned 36.
36!!! I'm totally on the downswing of life. I'm up and over the hill. I'm on my way down. It's sad.
I had a great birthday party with a group of friends.
You know what's really fun? Taking TONS of pictures on your special day. You know what is even more fun? Checking your camera the next day and finding that you took about 57 pictures after you drank 4 margaritas and 2 Mikes Hard Lemonades and they are all a blurry mess.
Here's how the night began: Nice, crisp and clear picture. 4 of these 5 people on the couch come to my house frequently. We are a good group, just ask us. We really are.
You might remember this guy from the last margarita night:
Delicious drinks! The problem with making really great margaritas is that every time you come over after that time, you will be expected to be the margarita maker always and forever.
And then I have about 49 pictures like this:
Just blurry. Blurry and pointless. Most of which cut people in half. And one of the girls attending the party didn't want her photo taken....so I, of course, saw this as a challenge. I have approximately 20 photos of her with her hands in front of her face. And blurry.