31 and still stupid

On September the 8th, I turned 31.

Which reminds me, I need to look into my AARP membership.

We had a video shoot for work out at the beach the afternoon of my birthday (convenient yes?), so we just ended up staying out there for the evening. You know, after I thought about it, I think it was my first birthday since I turned 21 that I celebrated it out and about. Crazy huh?

You know what else is crazy? That on your birthday, people like to buy you drinks. And then they want you to drink them, super fast, so they can buy you another one. And really...who am I to disappoint the people? So here I am at oh..4:30ish in the afternoon, with my drunk face and two of my most favorite gentleman. Wayne and Justin.

And here is the lovely Lisa and moi...on our way to the restroom together.

Wayne giving me a tip. Thank you kind sir.

This is later in the evening and these are some of the people that I love, like, work with, and so forth.

I am lifting the boys. Can you see it?

And here they are lifting me. I am a tad uncomfy bc I was waiting for their backs to break.

My mom, dad, and sister came out as well. They giggled as Heather called me athletic, and preceded to regale her with stories of how un-athletic I am. Girlscout stories of how we preferred air conditioning to camping (now really...who doesn't)...softball stories of how I never wanted to play.

LIES I TELL YOU! LIES!

I would like to report though, that while we all consumed too much drinky drinky on a school night, I was still up working out at 6 am.

Thank you. I can feel you virtual pats on the back.