The Party's Over...

WOW.... I didn't think last year's 30th birthday bash could be topped. Boy was I wrong! Here's me and my bff Tara last year at the 80's party: Yeah, that's me with the pink hair. Fun times with too many pics that can't even be posted in a public place. Here is how this year's party started:Keep in mind we had already drank over a hundred of them last weekend at our 4th of July parties... Right here there are 375 jello shots. My friend JoJo brought about another hundred or so. There were 16 left in my fridge yesterday and I'm convinced that the only reason they were left was because they had fallen to the back of the fridge behind things.

The party started at 6 with dinner at my house with the parents, my sister and her husband. I decided I'm over cookout food for awhile and made stuffed shells. They were soooo yummy! I had told everyone else we'd be starting around 8, so that my parents could chill for awhile and then head home with the kids.

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We live in a place that we affectionately call "the hood". We'll just say it's lower middle class. Tara's mom calls it a trailer park without the wheels, which I love. She lives here too, so she doesn't have too much room to talk. Anyways, all of our hood friends pretty much live on our street and everyone's kids run around together. It's great and right now I can't imagine living anywhere else. These people would do anything for each other. I inserted the Sidebar to tell you this, because my parents don't mingle well in the hood and most definitely don't agree with the parties that go on in the hood. We'll talk more about that another time.

Anyways...At 6:45 my phone starts ringing..alot. We were just finishing dinner and people were calling saying they were on their way over...Umm, no people! Luckily we were able to hold off people until my parents left. This was the first time that I've been away from the baby for more than 8 hours (and those are 8 hrs. while I'm at work). At the risk of sounding like a bad mom, I LOVED IT! I just needed a break.

With parents and kids out of the way, people started to wander over. Early on, it was a lot of the regular people, the ones that I hang out with on a daily or at least weekly basis. Everyone who lives right around us gets together all the time for "happy hour" which usually is held on my deck or April's patio. I still needed to change clothes and put some makeup on.

By 9:00 things were in full swing. I had setup a projector in my garage so we could watch the UFC fights outside and they were scheduled to start at 10. Jello shots, beer and bullshits were flowing all around. Everyone was having a great time.... Then it slowly started to get a lil outta control....

My neighbor Tim recently cut down a tree in my back yard. A huge one.. On Wednesday night, we were all talking about how fun it would be to drill a hole in the stump and have a stripper pole for the party. On Thursday, Tim came down with the stripper pole he made for the stump...


I must say, the girls totally rocked it... Poor Tim though...He can slide down it upside down sober, but I got him drunk for cutting down my tree and this is what happened:
Don't worry, I talked to him yesterday and for the most part, he's ok. My camera battery died shortly after the fights started and by the time I remembered I wasn't taking pictures, it was after the fights ended. For the most part, everyone was wasted by then.

I have funny friends, most of them we should label "sexually explicit" though. Do you have any clue what kind of charades ensued behind the sheet we were projecting the fights on to? Let's just say when you have a 6' x 6' screen, people will do some funny stuff behind it for all to see. When someone posts pics of that, I'll add one, but I didn't get any on my camera.


Poor JoJo swore she was not gonna get dumped into the pool, but before 2am it happened:





She wasn't the only one who ended up in there, but it wasn't nearly as bad as last year when there were like 15 people in a pool made for about 4 people.  After that, the wheels really came off, just like last year. I think it was about 4am when the last of the drunks passed out around the house. The sun was already out by the time I fell asleep at 6:30ish. I vaguely remember rambling something about getting up and getting some greasy eggs and bacon in the morning.We woke up around 11:30 and surveyed the damage to the back yard. WOW...Jello shot cups and beer bottles everywhere. Went and had my greasy eggs and bacon as well as some pancakes and then came home and cleaned up the mess. Took a Vicodin for the headache and spent the rest of the day laying around watching the fights I didn't really see the night before and snoozing. It was a great Sunday.

There aren't very many places in suburbia you can live and have fires, a stripper pole and 50 people in your backyard whoopin it up till 4am, I'm lucky that I live in one of those places :)
Cheers to turning 31 and here's me on the pole!