Happy Birthday To Me

Last night was my third annual 29th birthday bash. It was a small affair, which is just how I like it. And unlike my previous 29th birthday bashes, I did not stay out until the bar closed and then eat mozzarella sticks at a diner, which my body thanks me for today. That's not to say I'm not hungover, because I am, but it could have been much worse. As always, I am astounded by the fact that I'm surrounded by such wonderful, amazing people on a regular basis. I'm a lucky lady. And much like my previous 29th birthday bashes, much wackiness transpired, and of course Curly was there to document it. This year the wackiness took the form of boobs. Now, if cleavage is a no-no at your place of employment, then these photos are not work safe. And if hairy chests offend you, you might not want to look. And no, we did not actually drink the absinthe. I'm saving it for a rainy day. See the pics. Now if you'll excuse me, there's a Planet Earth marathon on The Discovery Channel.