Come Monday

I have to say, I really didn't want today to happen.  I was perfectly content with my birthday continuing until forever.  So much so, that I slept in until 8:15 this morning, which is outrageous.  You see, I had the most wonderful night with The Mister last night, and I didn't want it to end.  We had probably one of the top 3 meals I have ever had in my life.  He surprised me by taking me to the Michelin rated restaurant, Boulevard.  Course after course was just facemeltinggood!  Foie gras, ravolini with pancetta and morels, lamb t-bone, butter fish and prawns, tiramisu with sambuca marshmallows, a chocolate plate, and handmade bonbons.  I am still in a food hangover.  This was our "me and you, just us two." birthday celebration.  The celebration 'aint over yet, y'all.  I have some mayjah fashion coming up for you stalkers for my sparklegemawesomeness glitteriffic epic 3.0.

Wearing: Dress: Anthropologie.  Belt: Banana Republic.  Boots: Steve Madden.  Earrings: LuLu's.  Turband: American Apparel. 

GFY comment of the day made by my resident Frenchman: "Gurl.  You look like a gypsy."

I am sure it comes as no surprise to you all that I used to be a total wildchild.  My early and mid-twenties were a hotmess.  I ran around like a pure ridiculouscrazy person. While I can still summon up FunAngie when necessary, it's only a couple of times a year these days instead of every Thursday through Sunday.

When I was 24 I moved from Tampa to Colorado Springs.  Talk about a culture shock.  I went from opposite ends of the trashbag spectrum.  I had one good friend that I worked with in CS, at this ridiculous ad agency that did local car dealer advertising (think: "SUNDAY! SUNDAY! SUNDAY!").  We are still friends today.  We have both grown up a lot, however, some of the funniest times of my life were had with this dude. It scares the piss out of me that he is going to have a child to be responsible for in a few months.  Thankfully, he found the best girl on the planet so, she won't let either of them die from his shenannigans. Anyhow, he wanted to add something to the 3.0 contributions.  Y'all, here is my boy Patrick.  He is a complete a-hole (I say that with affection.).

"I remember the first time I partied with Angie...years ago. And I couldn't help but take this photo of her because I had never seen anything like it before. At the time I thought she was beyond 30, but now I understand she is just turning 30! Could have fooled me! 

She is the life of the party and no one, I repeat NO ONE, wears clogs and a football helmet with such grace! 

I love you Angie and I hope you have a great 30th birthday! Try not to pee on any unsuspecting people!  "

Do any of you have friends that you would love to beat the everliving tar out of?  Just punch them one or eight times in the face? Clearly, I do.

Fire Flame Spitter.

Angie