Some hardcore partying went down for the big 2-5 on Friday, friends. Nothing says hardcore like a "dining lounge" called Cloud, where you can be served blue cocktails with marshmallows while sitting on a big fluffy bed. Y'heard? We didn't actually sit on the fluffy bed, 'cuz my crew was too large. So we sat at a table. Drinkin' marshmallow cocktails. That's just how we roll. Then my girls bought me a donut. Word.
But this party didn't stop there. We went to the Big Hunt on Connecticut Avenue, which is fun to go to, because after a few Jack and Cokes, really funny things happen when you try to say that bar's name. I think they did that on purpose when they named that place. Fo' real. Incidentally, it's good to order Jack and Cokes after marshmallow-tinis, because you get to indulge your boozy sweet tooth, and feel like a bad-ass in the same night. Good times.
Got home after midnight, fell asleep on the couch, and woke up with "Flavor of Love" on VH1 and the cat passed out on my tummy. A very successful birthday indeed. Holla.
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