My friends Katie and Adrienne came into town this weekend so we could celebrate Katie's birthday, Charlotte-style. (And if anyone asks, we're saying it was Katie's 25th Birthday: The Sequel.)
Adrienne started grad school at UGA in January and Katie lives in Greenville, so our shenanigans are few and far between these days. I'd almost forgotten how much fun the three of us have together. (Perhaps a little too much fun, judging by these pictures.)
We started out with a delish dinner at
Cantina 1511, where the waitress was great about not judging our many round of skinny girl margs. (Tequila, club soda, splash of lime juice.) Afterwards, we went back to my apartment and I made us all a batch of
grapefruit margaritas.
Which took effect pretty quickly....
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| Appropriate, cute... |
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| ...and done with that. (Adrienne didn't get the "fug face" memo we sent out.) |
As Adrienne (wisely) said the next morning, "When your pictures look like that at 10pm, it probably means you shouldn't go out."
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| Oh yea. |
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| Work it. |
But who are we to listen to wise advice? So we called a cab (did anyone realize that cab companies text you now to tell you when they're about to arrive? Creepy and cool, all rolled into one) and headed to
Andrew Blairs.
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| Group hug! |
I rushed right up to the DJ booth to request "Till the World Ends (Remix)", but the DJ said he wasn't taking requests.
Scusi? Isn't that like a waiter not taking orders? What. The. Heck.
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| Dancefloor time |
So we had to make our own fun, despite the terrible music. (Let's just say, this DJ plays the same two Micheal Jackson songs
every week. But no Britney. Sigh.)
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| Incoming hand! |
We made some new friends...
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| Who is you? |
...actually, I think this guy just bumped into me and I got him to take a picture. What. A. Hottie.
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| But seriously. Who is you? |
We continued the awesomeness via a late-night party at our house. But while Katie entertained our guests in the living room, Adrienne and I somehow thought it would be a good idea to Hoover through the contents of my
entire fridge. Cantina leftovers? Check. Birthday cake? Check. Crackers with peanut butter? I wish I were kidding. We had no shame, until Katie asked us to bring her her Cantina nacho leftovers...and I realized I'd already eaten them. Woops.
I distracted her from being mad at me by telling her and our guests that I would make them shots of tequila, which they heartily agreed to. Little did they know it was actually a shot of my bottom shelf, plastic-bottle, Montezuma tequila. Happy freakin' birthday.
The takeaway? I'm the worst hostess/bartender ever, but my friends are straight-up awesome.
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