Oh what a night

Friday was my good friend's thirty-seventh birthday. It naturally follows that on Friday night I attended her birthday party. And oh what a party it was! There were old friends and new friends and co-workers and bosses. There were parents and Aunts. We even met a couple strangers. There was a birthday cake in the shape of a Fleur de Lis in the gold of her favorite football team, the New Orleans Saints. There were rings and necklaces and feathery bracelets that blinked. There were balloons in the air and gifts on a table. And smiles and hugs all over the place. My friend gave a touching speech about her love for those of us there, before slicing into the cake she'd been eyeing most of the evening. There was fun conversation and a lot of laughter. It was one of those warm and memorable nights where everyone and everything comes together just right, where everything sparkles and shines.



Do you love those boots? I do. They were my gift to her. When she opened the box, she was delighted and she pulled off her shoes and wore these rubber boots for the rest of the night. On Saturday morning she told me they were right beside her bed when she woke up.

Update: Birthday girl's Sunday brunch of cake with a side of bacon: