It’s hard to believe, but this is the THIRD birthday post I have written about Karina the Russian. Here is 2008 and here is 2009.

I’m proud to say that as we are growing older together our ability to celebrate has not aged a day.

The first day of the festivities started out by crashing a rooftop BBQ.

The view from the top.

Waiting in line to give Karina her birthday spankings.

We took a lot of ridiculous pictures!

And in the end, Karina was a happy birthday girl.

For the second night of the celebration, Karina requested that we have another night of no plans where we just let the night lead us where it will.

We started on classy foot by going to a fancy-shmancy-food-to-die-for-tapas-bar called Martines.

Look how well behaved we look.

After tiring of using our indoor voices and polishing off an amazing bottle of wine, we headed to our next stop.

AHH SUSHI!

Saki bombs.

Sushi.

Sisterly fight.

And we were off to our next stop.

The Beerhive. Why we are drinking Dirty Martinis at a beer establishment, I am not entirely sure.

Next on the pathless pathway?

Murphy's!

Irish Car Bombs.

Killian’s Irish Red.

Underground (Locally made Jager like shot).

Meeting up with two more friends.

FOOD!

By this point in the night greasy, sobering food was in order. We found a place still open, ordered fried pickles, cheese fries, omelets, grits, the kitchen sink and extra large jars of water.

There really are no “good” pictures from breakfast.. there are however a lot of embarrassing ones (which I will spare my mother from rolling here eyes into the back of her head by not posting).

After gorging ourselves on food, Karina, Staci and I all headed over to ED’s house. Actually, ED was our amazing driver and proper credit is due for his amazing role in taking care of us the entire night AND letting us talk about sparkles… a lot.

When we got to ED’s house we decided we were not yet sleepy so we all put on a pair of his shoes and went for a walk.

Trekking through a field in the dark wearing pajamas and huge shoes = unexplained bruises the next morning.

Also, hysterical laughter which could warrant disturbing the peace.

Again, there are pictures.

Lots and lots of pictures which will never see the light of day.

(Ahem. Girls I am talking to you! If I see the Jane Fonda or M-M-MUR-RAY Go Murray! pictures show up, well, let’s just say I know where you live!)

The next morning three slightly dehydrated women confiscated ED’s bathroom and got showered, dressed and ready for the day in under an hour (I expect the world record book to be calling any minute now) and headed to our final stop, brunch in the mountains.

Karina’s birthday was a drunken whirlwind adventure to be sure and though I wasn’t in town to celebrate the following two nights (Karina’s birthday, on average, lasts five days long), it will go down on record as a another night not to tell the children about.

Happy Birthday Karina! Thank you for all that you do and all that you are. FREAKING LOVE YOU!

Blogfully yours,

Summer

PS – Karina decided that ED and I needed to kiss at every stop. If you are not a fan of sappiness, don’t scroll down.

Sushi and Saki kiss

Irish Kiss

Breakfast kiss

PPS – a few more pictures can be seen on my Flickr account HERE.

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