the 80's rocks my face off.

recently, my pretty friend michele, had a birthday.

she's 26 now. born in 1984.

isn't that weird?

i never thought i'd have a friend

who was YOUNGER than my LITTLE sister.

but i do.

and she's awesome.

i decided to throw her a party

that celebrated all the awesomeness that is 80's

to help michele embrace the decade of her birth.

i decorated the house to a T.

hung screen shots from the greatest 80's movies.

i bought 80's plates and cups.

lined the center of the table with retro items from the 80's.

and then invited 10 friends to join us in partying.

of course, dressed in our best 80's attire.

it. was. perfect.

or so i thought.

michele was the first to arrive.

she looked great and we were excited about seeing everyone else.

she posed by the sign that jake and kora made her.

hence the spelling, "micheel".

she tried to steal my unicorn rainbow posters.

but not even the birthday girl is cool enough to have those.

i prepared all the food.

tomato basil pizza tarts,

bruschetta,

chicken salad sandwiches,

and fruit with cream cheese dip.

rita was the next guest to arrive but being that SHE was 40 minutes late,

i started to wonder if anyone else was coming.

we sat there,

all three of us,

waiting. wondering. lonely.

then i decided to check my phone

only to see i had text messages out the butt

from SEVEN of the guests

saying that they would not be able to come.

wtc?

so we were bummed.

we COULD have sat there and pouted all afternoon...

but big girls don't cry.

they don't cuh rye rye rye.

we lifted up our chins and decided that we could still rock out.

even if it WAS just the three of us.
cuz we looked freakin awesome.

and we weren't gonna waste that.

we called lover home to babysit for a tad

(during his lunch break)

and we were off on our adventure around the base.

first stop?

c-store for red bull.

oh.

and lots of stares.

don't forget the stares please.

rita couldn't help herself near the claw.
i'm sure the marines watching enjoyed this moment.

what's this?
a photo op near the ice machine?
you betcha.


then off to the field house for some flashback pictures.
we pretended we were high schoolers in the 80's
watching our boyfriends run track or practice football.
aren't we good actresses?


watching boys play is boring.
we needed to spice it up a little.

so we decided to take our band photo.
it's gonna be on the cover of our new tape coming out.


we were trying to be like these guys.

then michele and rita done lost their minds

and got mad crazy.

i couldn't stop them.

after that things just went nuts.
michele lost control of her tongue.

but rita still looked at sweet as ever.

michele decided that we should all take a nice stretch on the track.

i think her red bull was kicking in.

and before we knew it,

rita was off in a flash.

she had a nice little jog out there in her heels.

so nice, in fact,

she felt the need to flash her fancy draws.
i don't blame her.

if i had biker shorts like that,

i'd show them to everyone.

the whole day turned out perfectly.

we missed our other friends who couldn't make it,

but still had fun just the three of us.

i realized,

i sure am going to miss these two girls when i leave.

they are my best friends here :)