Birthday weekend was officially a success. I felt so loved it was ridiculous.
This morning I'm recapping and drinking out of this wonderful mug that my brilliant mother found for me on one of her thrift store navigations. I'm telling you, she is the master of thrift.
Look! It's a "This American Life" mug! With a cartoon of Ira Glass! I mean, come on. That's just straight yuppie funny right there. And I love it.
(She also sent me about a thousand other little wonderful goodies, but I had to post a picture of this one because it's a THIS AMERICAN LIFE MUG! With a cartoon of IRA GLASS! Do I need to repeat myself?)
Ok. So the weekend included a fabulous and swank suite downtown in the big city.
There was bed jumping.
There were margaritas and Mexican food.
There was quintessential gas station junk food purchased for the drive.
There was dressing up and cocktail drinking and downtown perusing and morning hot-tubbing and barefoot-breakfast-eating. And there were three of the loveliest and dearest friends a girl could ask for.