The not-best part about the evening was when the belly dancer made me get up in front of the whole restaurant. I mostly just stood there laughing nervously and tried not to drop dead from embarrassment, but there's not pictures of that because we forgot the camera AGAIN.

It was also the first time in the history of my life that I did not finish dessert, but that was only because I somehow ended up with three. The one I ordered, the one they gave me because it was my birthday and the one Blair couldn't eat because she is allergic to everything that tastes good. 

Having a hangover the next day = Nope.

Having to be cut out of my clothes with the jaws of life = Yup.