BFF Court turned 30 this weekend. She has officially joined the club. Court's birthdays have historically been a good time, usually complete with scavenger hunts, trampoline jumping and sleepovers. This year's birthday was a little different. She started the weekend by running 13.1 miles in the mini, and Trinity and I spent the morning driving around, trying to park and catch a glimpse of her colt-like gait. We were all equally worn out by the venture. The evening began with appetizers at Allison and Steve's, then moved out to blatant bar debauchery. There were lots of displays of pursed lips, hands in the air, eyes closed in emotional music feeling. It was truly a beautiful experience.
Example #1- Music feeling
Example #2- goosing. Court with her pal Julie. Julie is a petite Southern Belle. She had a great accent. Notice how Court is hunkered over-
Cut to the Yankee Trannies. This was my chair dance. I couldn't be bothered to stand up, so birthday girl was forced to dance behind my chair in a gyrating style. At this point people were starting to stare at our classy behavior. I had to close my eyes and go to my happy place.
Proof that this ridiculous behavior is not new. Here we are last year at my 30th. Happy Birthday, Court!!!!
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