Tell me I’m not a lucky girl. Go on, tell me.
My dear friend, feeling bad for my busted Paris birthday vacation, got a bunch of people together at one of my favorite Mojito spots for some grown up fun. How great was that!?
I got to wear the sexy black top I was going to wear in Paris. I wore my big Wonder Woman silver bracelet and got to feel like a very young 40 (although the bartender didn’t seem to buy it was my 21st birthday).
And once again the Universe reminded me to be thankful for the people who continue to fill my life with fun and friendship.
So thanks to everyone who made it and to those who wish they could have. I love you all.
The Blahg 