This weekend, our friend (see if you can spot her in this gussied up bunch) turned 40. She decided in all her wisdom that a stretch limo would be the best way to transport, safely, a group of us to celebrate in Houston. No drinking and driving, no caravaning, no parking issues - just pure, over-the-top fun. We went for sushi, which I didn't hate like I thought I would, and out for a night of dancing (in our heels, no less) at Howl at the Moon. We ate, we drank and were merry, and very silly. I felt like a 25-year-old all over again, which wasn't such a bad thing since I too will be climbing over that side of the hill later in the year. It was nice to dress fancy, to wear lipstick, to admire everyone else's fancy footwear, and to remember what it's like to not be responsible - for just a moment. Of course this all came crashing down on us early Saturday morning when the alarm went off, much too early, and we had 3 basketball games, 3 picture times to make, and a baseball try-out ahead of us.
Such is life, but it's so, so good. Thanks Joyce for a great night out!
& Thank you Kendra for loaning me the (much more hip) shoes.
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