Not to brag or anything....
But my party was EPIC.
And the after-party was better than the party-party.
And the party-party was AMAZING.
But when all the party-party people had left and there were only about 10 of us "adults" left, we turned off all the lights and hit the dancefloor like Ke$ha on Ritalin.
Don't believe me?
For such a random photo, it says so much....
And for those of you who don't know, Techy planned a dance party the likes of which I have never seen.
He downloaded all my favorite party tunes (Glee songs included), hired a personal chef, and rented a party room.
The Cleverbooth even made an appearance.
And yes, I promise to post real pics later.
Notable mention: My kid didn't leave the dance floor all.night.long. He created his own genre of dancing. It involved hugging lots of random girls and shaking his hands in the air while bobbing back and forth.
Yes. Much the same as his father still dances today.
It was amazing.
Thank you, Techy, for making my 30th so memorable!
I love you more than you can know.