SORRY for that PZZY TEAZE I gave you in the last post about rising from the ashes like Jean Grey and being ready for Blogtober, then disappearing again like an asshole. I hate blueballs as much as the next dude so shame on me for sassing you up and leaving you in the cold. What can I say? Real life got crazy for a minute there, blogging became a chore and Rie-Rie can’t do something if her gut isn’t into it. HOWEVER, something magical happened…MY BIRTHDAY! And not just any ol’ b-day but my DIRTY FLIRTY THIRTY. I know that sounds crazy since my asian genes make me look like I’m still barely legal but it’s true, here I am, a real live woman! WILD WOMEN DEW AND THEY DON’T REGRET IT
So what did I do to celebrate my quinceneara times two? I gathered my sexy besties for a weekend romp at my favorite hotel in the world…Madonna Inn! I had the time of my life with my boo crew even though it was raining and my Scandinavian crush ALEKS wasn’t working there anymore. Actually I don’t even know if he was even Scandinavian and he probably didn’t spell his name like that, but I MISS YOU ALEKS. As for the weekend’s activities, it was basically a huge cochina slumber party complete with girl-bonding, booty-clapping, Saved by the Bell trivia game, a lil’ bit of Ouija, a whole lotta booze and a memorable game of Truth or Dare. And of course picture-taking! Fancy ones will come later but here are some of my favorites. (BTW, if you are wondering, everything I wore was vintage.)
The angels that are employed by Madonna Inn gave me balloons matching either my dress or my nails. It’s the little things that will get you a 5 star Yelp review from me, BAYBEE.
Nikki got me this California Raisins SUIT
I shall now leave you with these spellbinding photos….I never tire of Photoboof.