ammogirl

So.  Today I am 3-holy crap I’m getting old-7 years old.

How did I celebrate it, you ask?  Well.  As a matter of fact, that Rockbandapalooza/80’s party on Saturday night happened to be a surprise party for me, and it was awesome.  Nearly all of my favorite friends were there, and totally ignoring the fact that I had built up in my head this huge conspiracy that resulted in my sister secretly showing up here and surprising me, which she did not, I had an awesome time.  I even had an awesome time the next day, because I wasn’t hungover, despite the possibly multiple drinks I had, with many different types of alcohol, and which included jello shots, because we are all 21 and in college.  And totally mature.

Also, I had finished all my papers, all of them, AND done all the laundry, so yesterday we spent hanging out not doing much.  Oh, and that was because while I wasn’t hungover, my much younger husband was, no matter what he says.  Anyway.

The 80’s night theme rocked, of course.  I even used half a can of hairspray teasing my hair, but I will admit it wasn’t like riding a bike, the 80’s hairstyling.  I had forgotton how to do it, and as a result, I think I looked a little messier than I ever did back then.  But my outfit was totally radical and jammin’.  The funny thing about that, though, was that I got all my accessories:  big chunky earrings, bright chunky necklaces, bangles, low-slung hip belt, and legwarmers, from Lindsey’s room.  Lindsey, if you don’t remember, is 14.  What comes around, goes around in the ol’ fashion world.  Oh, wait–the pink fingerless lace gloves?  Those were all mine, fortuitiously sent by my mother many months ago with a note that read, “I thought you might want these”.  Those are the real thing, right there.

I am trying to upload some pictures to my flickr, but it’s not working, and that is irritating, but I do want to just show you my totally awesome cake, made completely by hand by my friend Saori:

(this is supposed to be a picture of a cake, right here.  but it is not.)

Ughhh!  Stupid stupid stupid.  Don’t worry, I’ll figure it out at some point.  It’s worth the wait, believe me.

Oh.  Mother.  You can call me now!

Tschuss!!