3 Days of Birthday

This is kinda how I felt this year. 

Fantastically excited, for no apparent reason. Sweeeeet.

Besides, you only turn 23 once, right?

Chris kicked off the beginning of my 'birthday week' (a tradition from his family, I am so not complaining) with a surprise bonfire with all of our friends. 

We burned 3 couches, a chair, a tree, and various boards torn from an old deck. Said items were doused in gasoline, and lit with a roman candle {I kid you not}. It was possibly the most epic fire I have ever been to. I'll try and find some pictures.

The next day, Sunday, Chris managed to get all of our friends to hang out with us again. 

{Maybe he paid them?}

 Everyone brought some food, and we had a grand old time barbecuing and enjoying each other's company.

Day THREE, Monday {my actual birthday}, we both had to work, but we did go out to dinner at Wingers.

  Mmmm. I love me some Sticky Fingers.

And then....I got a new camera.

If I tried to tell you how excited I am it would only come out as high-pitched squeals and gasping sounds.

  I. Am. Thrilled.

I really couldn't have asked for a better 23rd birthday. I got to hang out with my friends, watch my husband light several things {including himself, once} on fire, eat cupcakes, drink Dew, and mindlessly devour lots and LOTS of sour, neon-bright gummy worms. {They are my top favorite candy.} {I got a 5 lb. bag and am probably going to make myself sick.}