Laura's 21st
It's been four whole days and I haven't yet shared the wondrous story of my birthday party! I can't believe it!
It was on Friday, that monumental day when I turned 21, and surprisingly enough I haven't been caught on the 11 o'clock news, running naked and drunk down a city street. But there's still time. I promise.
The party was supposed to start at around five or six, but those two hours were spent sitting on the couch waiting for people to show up with only Becky for company, who had to leave to go to work at seven. Thankfully, just as I was about to panic and feel abandoned on my birthday, people started flooding in. We had hamburgers and hot dogs and coke and two kinds of beer and Smirnoffs and vodka and coconut rum and Jack Daniels (for Ethan). Also, karaoke.
Nick singing Sweet Caroline.
Here's April (avelena), calm and serene for two seconds. (This is a rare birthday occasion that she is not covered in tissue paper.)
Here's Ethan at the beginning of the party. Watch in the photos how he progresses as the night goes on.
Here's Richard, Ethan's brother. There is no progression. He is always like this.
Kate and I at the karaoke machine. That's the top of my head, which is all I plan to show to you internets.
Ford (caimbuel) in the foreground, Grant(lj user=brown_jacknife> and Richard in the background.
Richard and Croft deciding on what CD to torture us with next. Or torture themselves.
Spoken-word Britney karaoke. Come on, Richard, go belter or go home.
Bryan on the floor, pausing for all of two seconds before getting back up and continuing to bake more things.
Kate and Ford again.
Look, April, Richard took over your duties!
First step: Ethan's clothes start disappearing.
The state of the kitchen had to be immortalized.
This photo was from earlier in the night, and it's the only photo of my face you'll find here.
Ford, once again, is a pretty pretty princess. I can go find the photo from two Halloweens ago where he was running around in a wig, but I will spare you am too lazy.
The final stage: collapse.
Around midnight Becky returned, and although we had started to wind down (and Grant fell asleep in my bedroom around 11), she started off with Mandy and continued with a duet of Hungry Eyes with me and the party LIVED AGAIN.
HHHUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNGRRRRRRYYYYYYYYY EEEEEEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSS.
I don't know how I managed to NOT upload one of the ten million blowtorch photos, but I'm too lazy and too close to leaving to quickly slap one up there, so here's the story behind that. First, Bryan is awesome. He's been offering to bake me things for the past six months or so. When I was recovering from mono, he made me creme brulee so I could gain back weight. Also, brownies. And finally, finally, I'm able to eat as much sweets as I damn well want to, so he offered to bring desserts to my party, and he DID. He made creme brulee, brownies and brought the materials to bake chocolate crater cake in my kitchen. He is fully responsible for the five extra pounds I'm sporting right now. (But in a good way! That is not intended to make him feel guilty!) But Richard provided the blowtorch to make the crusty sugar on the top of the creme brulee, and Bryan got to use it, and Richard took about five thousand photos of Bryan in various stages of burning things.
I still have brownies and crater cake in my fridge.
I got lots of lovely things for my birthday, which I'll take photos of maybe on Thursday when I get back from Jacksonville, and I might elaborate more about my party then too, but I had to get something up before the three hour drive of hell tonight. So here it is.
My party was awesome. I sang lots of karaoke. I know all the words to many many embarrassing songs. The end.
It was on Friday, that monumental day when I turned 21, and surprisingly enough I haven't been caught on the 11 o'clock news, running naked and drunk down a city street. But there's still time. I promise.
The party was supposed to start at around five or six, but those two hours were spent sitting on the couch waiting for people to show up with only Becky for company, who had to leave to go to work at seven. Thankfully, just as I was about to panic and feel abandoned on my birthday, people started flooding in. We had hamburgers and hot dogs and coke and two kinds of beer and Smirnoffs and vodka and coconut rum and Jack Daniels (for Ethan). Also, karaoke.
Nick singing Sweet Caroline.
Here's April (avelena), calm and serene for two seconds. (This is a rare birthday occasion that she is not covered in tissue paper.)
Here's Ethan at the beginning of the party. Watch in the photos how he progresses as the night goes on.
Here's Richard, Ethan's brother. There is no progression. He is always like this.
Kate and I at the karaoke machine. That's the top of my head, which is all I plan to show to you internets.
Ford (caimbuel) in the foreground, Grant(lj user=brown_jacknife> and Richard in the background.
Richard and Croft deciding on what CD to torture us with next. Or torture themselves.
Spoken-word Britney karaoke. Come on, Richard, go belter or go home.
Bryan on the floor, pausing for all of two seconds before getting back up and continuing to bake more things.
Kate and Ford again.
Look, April, Richard took over your duties!
First step: Ethan's clothes start disappearing.
The state of the kitchen had to be immortalized.
This photo was from earlier in the night, and it's the only photo of my face you'll find here.
Ford, once again, is a pretty pretty princess. I can go find the photo from two Halloweens ago where he was running around in a wig, but I will spare you am too lazy.
The final stage: collapse.
Around midnight Becky returned, and although we had started to wind down (and Grant fell asleep in my bedroom around 11), she started off with Mandy and continued with a duet of Hungry Eyes with me and the party LIVED AGAIN.
HHHUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNGRRRRRRYYYYYYYYY EEEEEEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSS.
I don't know how I managed to NOT upload one of the ten million blowtorch photos, but I'm too lazy and too close to leaving to quickly slap one up there, so here's the story behind that. First, Bryan is awesome. He's been offering to bake me things for the past six months or so. When I was recovering from mono, he made me creme brulee so I could gain back weight. Also, brownies. And finally, finally, I'm able to eat as much sweets as I damn well want to, so he offered to bring desserts to my party, and he DID. He made creme brulee, brownies and brought the materials to bake chocolate crater cake in my kitchen. He is fully responsible for the five extra pounds I'm sporting right now. (But in a good way! That is not intended to make him feel guilty!) But Richard provided the blowtorch to make the crusty sugar on the top of the creme brulee, and Bryan got to use it, and Richard took about five thousand photos of Bryan in various stages of burning things.
I still have brownies and crater cake in my fridge.
I got lots of lovely things for my birthday, which I'll take photos of maybe on Thursday when I get back from Jacksonville, and I might elaborate more about my party then too, but I had to get something up before the three hour drive of hell tonight. So here it is.
My party was awesome. I sang lots of karaoke. I know all the words to many many embarrassing songs. The end.