25 years ago... 80s flashback

I've been thinking lately... aren't you supposed to be old, or grown up, or mature or something by 25?! That seemed so old when I was younger, but now I look around and realize no one ever grows up. I definitely have not. Well my birthday was a week or so ago, so Mike indulged me and let me celebrate all weekend (I add the rest of the week to the celebration on my own) so we spent Saturday looking for a very particular pair of boots that existed in my head. So one Cafe Rio salad and eight or so stores later we finally found them! Then we met up with all our friends, and went to eat at Macaroni Grill, where I was pleased to learn they served the most delicious mojitos. After that we waited for almost two hours to go bowling... and my high for the night? 77. Yeah it's pretty pathetic I guess the 'birthday gods' weren't shining down on me that night... you'd think I would've been able to at least break 100, but no. The next day we celebrated with my family and played cards. Thanks to all my friends for helping me celebrate! Now here's a photo montage of my birthday and some old ones too.

2009

After being serenaded by my Italian boyfriend I felt the urge to pose like this... so I did.

Note to self: Do not wear skinny jeans when going bowling, they look comical with the shoes.

So attractive.

These are my new boots, and although they were last pair of 9's in the city, they are slightly too small and squeeze my toes together... oh well fashion before comfort...right?

These are my puppies.