To be honest with you, I don't remember about an hour into my birthday fiesta. I do know that the delicious margaritas were flowing consistently and all on an empty stomach. So, you know what that means.
- Surprise Chipotle bowls appearing out of no where (aka my roomie going out to sneak it in for me) - Eating said Chipotle bowl with no utensils and sharing with friends (definitely not shown) - Not realizing that my romper turned into a pair of booty shorts at one point (aka my ass ate the short portion of the romper) - Accepting daisies because it's my birthday - Ripping my prized Rag & Bone denim shirt on a wooden bench that I so lovingly took a nap on - Cheering on a child playing carnival games - Taking a ridiculous amount of iPhone photos to learn, later, that they will never see the light of day - And the last image of this post says. it. all.
Needless to say, I had a great 26th birthday. Thanks friends, for you know what and just being fucking awesome.
Photos by my most decent friends, I love you.