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Showing posts with label Number 8. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Number 8. Show all posts

Saturday, May 28, 2011

Sugar Coma

We celebrated birthdays last night. But before we could leave I forced the Aussie to take our infamous heads together picture. I think every couple has a go-to picture position for self-snapped ones, and this is ours . . .


A group of seven of us headed down to the casino for a fancy-schmancy dinner.


I feasted on salad and home-made pasta (yum!). Then we were presented with this sparkling beauty . . .


Along with champagne . . .


I also *may* have drank several glasses of the best sparkling house white I've ever had. Over three hours we ate, drank and enjoyed each others company (Thanks to the in-laws for a fabulous night! They're the sweetest).

After we rolled (literally) ourselves out of Number 8, we headed to the in-laws' hotel for more cake and pressies. The brother-in-law and I share a bday, but rather than share a cake, we had three!


Everyone came to our apartment this morning for tea and a sugar coma! This has to be one of the prettiest cakes I've ever had for my bday.


If I never see a piece of cake again, it will be too soon! Now it's time to veg until I meet the sister-in-law for her first bodypump class. She doesn't know how sore she's going to be tomorrrow . . . muahaha. Who am I kidding, I'll be sore too.

-B