Back before Christmas my good friend Joleen threatened to "kidnap" me for my 30th birthday. Luckily for me (not for her) she threw her back out the week of my actual birthday in February. She kept telling me that she was going to get me. I have to admit I didn't really believe it. Well, tonight she and many others showed up at my doorstep wearing badges that said "Old Fart's Friend". I don't know who the "Old Fart" is, but she sure has some crazy friends. Anyway, of course, I was in my pajamas (which thankfully consist of my Memphis T-shirt and polar bear pants). They decorated me with a crown, leis, and candy jewelry.
Another group kidnapped our good friend Jamie, who turned 30 in January.
We headed to dinner and had a great time, discussing the usual topics that happen when women get together- clothes, men, and childbirth. The evening had quite the ending also. Since I was kidnapped without my purse, cell phone, keys, etc., I had some trouble getting back into the house after I was dropped off. Dave was upstairs, oblivious to my knocking. I hung out on the patio in the dark, in my crown and PJ’s, with only my candy necklace for sustenance. Eventually Dave came downstairs and rescued me. The night out was just what I needed, although I could have done without the accoutrement (that was for you, Joleen). Thanks, Girls! You're the best! And please don't TP my car!