Last night I celebrated my 35th birthday with 19 of my favorite people. We had a fantastic dinner at an Indian vegetarian restaurant, where we took over two big tables in a private section that looked like a cave (I didn't know caves were the rage in India, but, well. Anyway.). The food was great, the laughs were big and numerous, and I was very grateful for such a wonderful night.
Afterward some of us went to sing karaoke. We got a private room (very Lost In Translation), and 4 bottles of champagne later, it was 4 am and I was in a taxi with uncontrollable hiccups. I woke up this morning feeling like a giant boa constrictor had wound itself around my head and would surely crush my brains if I so much as opened one eye a speck.
But goddamn it, it was worth it.
Oh, and a special grazie to mom and dad for taking Lily overnight so that I could re-enact my wild child college days for the evening. I have a feeling that 35 is going to be a hell of a year...
My heartfelt toast to the cave
Jeremy palms me on the head
My lovely sis and her very tall boyfriend
Beautiful Kara totally outdoes me with her toast. I love Kara.
Heather and Missy with the youngest person at the table, baby Junot
A quiet moment with my beer. That looks like a glass of urine.
Chelsea and Marisol and the E-street Band
Jeremy and I share a seat and wait for more champagne
Bennett pretends it pains him to sit next to me and my singing voice. But really he loves it.
This is at about 2 am, I think. Or later. Probably singing Blondie. Or Pat Benatar. And kicking so much ass at it.
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