The weather was gorgeous- sunny, warm-ish, not too much of a breeze.
Bobby, in his festive green thrfit store sweater.
Jumpstreet- the reason I was filled with the excitement of a 7 year old. Check out our super hi-tech GPS- a post it note of directions stuck to the cracked glove box of our '91 Toyota station wagon. Awesome.
Bobby and Alex are super excited to get their jump on.
Yay, another candle!
After dinner, we headed over to The Catacombs, a bar and club. Let me just say, that place rocked. It reminds me of my favorite dance club in Dallas, The Church. There was a little dance floor in the lower level and the DJ was spinning some really great music. I danced for hours- literally, probably 2 or 3 nonstop. Bobby and I even got to practice West Coast Swing to a few tunes that were amenable to the dance, which was a lot of fun- it's nice to dance outside of class, just for fun. The crowd there was really friendly and we didn't leave until almost 2 a.m. Thankfully Rory let us crash at her apartment so we didn't have to drive home. The next day we slept in until almost noon, and then went out for Thai food in Boulder before driving home.
I'm pretty sure all we did on Sunday was soak our sore jumping/dancing muscles in the hot tub, followed by lots of lazy book reading in bed and an early dinner. I had so, so, so much fun. I'm very grateful to all my friends and Bobby for making it such a great celebration of turning 28.
Also, for serious, go to Jumpstreet ya'll. It's like a magic time machine back to childhood.