my next 30 years

i'm turning 30 this week.

i hate it.

i don't want to say goodbye to my 20's

but i know brette will make my 30's a decade to remember.
 

 
 

i hinted to ronnie that i wanted a party.

(not really, i straight told him he better do something

since we went to vegas for his 30th.)
 

 
 

he invited my 14 best friends to par-tay.

he made reservations a fun outdoor restaurant-bar

and booked a party bus for road trippin.

(one of my favorite things we used to do).

the bus ended up being in the shop,

so they sent us a party shuttle.  it had no radio.

i'm sorry, what "party" vehicle doesn't have a radio?

good thing is was half the price.

but honestly, with all the beers and inappropriate stories,

we had a blast.

after road tripping for a couple hours

we went back to the bar to listen to the band.

we were a mess and fabulous all at once.

it was such a fun night and i feel like i have the best friends eva.

eva. eva.
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

only at 30th birthday party do you have beer and breast milk in the cooler.

have a pump on the party bus.

and have someone throwing up from carsickness (and the beer).

 

 

 

ps- brette spent the night at grandma and grandpa's house.
her first night away from us.

she made it great, but i couldn't wait to get my hands on her the next morning.