just your typical sunday.

so it’s one of my bff’s birthdays on Friday.  and last night we decided to have a little get together.  just five of us.  with cake and champagne because we thought it would be cute.  we all met over at our friends house and of course… acted like idiots.  (shocking i’m sure)

it might have began with the idea that rooms and i should go to party city and buy mini tambourines.  (yes. they have them for 1.50)  and who doesn’t want a freaking tambourine.  what if they had mini accordians!  that would be amazing. i’d have bought 72 of them.  but we got mini tambourines and marakas covered in tinsel and glitter.  we also bought a ton of other fantastic items that of course brought our total up to an insane amount of money.  but hey.  at least on friday we’ll all glow in the dark and look hysterical while banging on tambourines and marakas.   we’re bound to have a good time!  although everyone else at the bar might hate us.

we signed our bff up for a phone call from geoffrey the giraffe at toys r us and i never even knew you could do that!  truthfully i feel like the last 24 years of my life i’ve been ripped off!  but oh well.  sadly it takes 6 to 8 weeks for the giraffe to register he’s supposed to call you.  but we did get a crown with his picture on it and a beautiful balloon that blocked our vision in the car the rest of the entire night.

so we arrive.  eat panini’s and drink sweet tea.  don’t even bust out the cake or champagne.  shake some tambourines.  try to look up my picture in the lovely as ever new version of the slammer (on stands now) and tell everyone of our lovely new facebook group we created in attempt to sell the neighbors house to someone cool.  (yes it includes pictures and neighborhood highlights, as well as a request for someone to buy us the big inflatable jungle gym from costco we’ve been eyeing for months)  rooms discovered what she thought was poop on the kitchen table only to realize later it was chocolate sprinkles.  (don’t worry she still didn’t eat it…)  and we discussed match.com profiles and how to date. 

apparently our version of a bad date ends with rooms busting out a life size cardboard cutout of delilah covered in felt so you can pet her and dipping her face in a saucer of milk to really scare off the creepy dudes.  (please god let this actually happen at least once) 

all in all a pretty great sunday night.  i mean who knew that at 24 all we need for a good time is a $1.50 cent tambourine and some sprinkles that look like poop to have a good time.