Before my birthday weekend is just a fuzzy memory, I collected these images from Erika. I tried, to the best of my memory, piece them in chronological order. It was an amazing weekend. Who knew growing old could be so much fun!?
A few close friends and fam were noticeably missing, but they were there in spirit. And for the ones who could make it, I cannot express how much I love you for making this weekend the best birthday weekend yet.
And now for the recap:
Yummy shots and home tour of a real Victorian-decorated true to the era of decadence.
The night on the porch. Serene and eerily quiet…and super
Antiquing at a former whore house. Yes-they had a license to prove.The Beach. I don’t care what formal thought is on Galveston. I love the murky beaches. They feel like home.The husband cooking a delicious meal. This time it was blackened-buttery fish, very appropriate for the coastal city of Galveston.
Pretty cupcakes delivered by my really thoughtful friend. I don’t know how she remembered that I like fruit-filled pastries.
And we drank. And drank.Oh snap! Dear Johnny getting pranked by ol’ Sonny.LOVE.And we danced. And danced to wee hours.And I cannot believe that I am posting this pic. They drug me out close to PJ’s. I love my PJ’s!
Happy Friday everyone!