|Emily, Elizabeth, Allison, Me, Tara, Jill, and Jessie|
We were one of only three tables in the place . . . which is the primary reason they will soon be out of business.
I had the surf and turf - a crab cake and a small filet. And it was fantastic. In fact, the food was so good that I couldn't be stopped to take a picture. I could only think of diving head first into my plate. But it's a steak and a crab cake, it looked a little like this:
|Not my actual dinner|
Even though we raised the noise level a few decibels with all of our female chirping, we were reasonably well-behaved.
We ate. We drank. We ooh'd and ahh'd over Tara's light-up lipstick.
After dinner, we went back to Elizabeth and EZ-Go Joe's place for "dessert."
|Elizabeth made a fructose free peanut butter cookie|
and two kinds of fructose free coconut ice cream.
There were also sugar-laden desserts for the mainstreamers.
|Here I am enjoying my fructose free cookies.|
And then, all dignified restraint was thrown out the window . . . because my birthday party turned into birthday fight club.
Now, Elizabeth and I generally think of ourselves as total bad asses.
|That's right. two bad asses, right here.|
After a little posturing on both our parts, I told Awesome Jeff, "Let's go then." I basically begged him to jump me to see if I could fight him off.
Unfortunately, this turn of events took every one by surprise and nobody was quick enough to grab a camera. However, I did get some action shots of Elizabeth going through the same exercise with both Awesome Jeff and EZ-Go Joe.
I don't know what I sounded/looked like but Elizabeth was all knees and elbows and a lot of girlie shrieking.
|Blurry, yes. But, this picture is hilarious because|
of the look on Tara's face.
What I learned, however, is that 37 years old is too old to be rolling around on a slate kitchen floor. When I woke up Saturday, I thought that my neck and back were broken. I'm not sure I'll ever be the same.
After I pulled my broken body out of bed, Awesome Jeff and I went to Tulsa to hangout with Kysa (my best friend from college) and her husband and to go to the largest gun show in the world - and I'm not talking about my biceps.
|Yeah, that's not me. That's our beloved Kelly Ripa.|
But some day, folks. Some day.
Saturday night, we went to dinner at a restaurant called The Bistro. I had a cheese burger smothered in mushrooms, caramelized onions, and bell peppers. My side was sweet potato fries. I seem to be eating this combination a lot lately, but I like it a lot.
|There is a beef patty underneath that pile of veggies.|
The food and the friends were a grand finale to my birthday weekend.
|I couldn't resist including this picture-of-a-picture|
of Kysa and I.
I'm giving up the birthday celebrating until next year, but not before I give you a look at the rest of my birthday swag.
|A "Crazy as a Mother" tank top!!!|