I hate to brag, but I’m going to go ahead and say it: I had the greatest 22nd birthday ever.
First of all — my Cyprus girlfriends came to town. So much better than Santa Claus.
(Annie was there too, OBVI.) We had dinner at Room Service, which ironically lacked any sort of service whatsoever.
As a little nod to Cyprus, we were obligated to be obnoxious in the streets.
There was clubbing. If you don’t know how I feel about clubbing… then… read another blog.
<3 Sam, my one and only DC girl.
When does my night not end in food? I ought to be the mayor of the pizza joint around the corner from my apartment.
On day two, we went wine tasting at Chelsea Wine Vault.
And brunching at Rocking Horse Cafe.
Sometimes, I’m overwhelmed by their love and I need to lie down.
These boys spoil me like I’m their own little sis. <3
My east coast family :)
We were the only ones left at 4 a.m. (as usual), dancing up a storm…
Then I apparently flagged down a limo.
Ready, set, star power!
We of course climbed in…
And rode it all the way to glow in the dark karaoke (!!!)
Where I bounced around with abandon.
And maturity ensued. All over my leg.
Finally, we emerged … at 8 in the morning.
Just know this: When you throw together 10 of the greatest friends, a hell of a lot of Patron, a never-ending dance party, a randomly acquired limo, and glow-in-the-dark karaoke in your favorite city, it’s hard NOT to have your favorite birthday of all time. And I’ve had 22 of them, so that’s saying a lot. New York has turned me into the ultimate life-loving cheeseball, but if I don’t have the most amazing friends a girl could have, then I don’t know who does…