Soooo my boyfriend believes that he gets a WEEK to celebrate his birthday. I told him 21 year olds get a week to party. Thirty one year old such as himself get a day...maybe two. DAMN did we pack a lot in a day I'm sooo tired! My batteries died wish I had pics.
Yesterday I worked till 2:30 pm, came home, showered and changed and the adventures began. First we went to dinner at some lil cute Milwaukee diner he loves so much. Yeah my eating habits were SO NOT on point. We both had reubens with french fries. God I love those things:D I really miss not good for you food sometimes *sigh*
Next we moved on over to the bradley center for the Bucks game. Where the Bucks served up a whopper ass whoopin' to the Dallas Mavericks 133-99 I believe. I'm proud to say I didn't buy anything to eat(but that's because we shared a king size reese's peanut butter cups on the way there). Afterwards we headed out to meet his crazy friends for drinks. Which turned from let's get a few drinks to...."let's get completely smashed" Oh does my body feel it now. And somehow at 4 am we all were at a denny's eating burgers *sigh* yeah I know Not good at all, but I'll be back on track tomorrow. I'm fully aware that sometimes fun costs. They all decided to sleep over our place and in the morning we all took an impromptu trip to Chicago and I got home with just enough time to shower and dress for work. So yeah I'm pretty freakin' exhausted!!! Tomorrow it's back to the gym. Picking up where I left off.