In standard 22nd birthday behavior, T-Swift's 22 was the only song I needed all weekend. And it was definitely one for the storybooks.
Nothing says 22 quite like taking a tequila shot then asking the bartender for a cup of water to chase it with. #CantHang
After an utterly entertaining night on Friday to kick off the birthday weekend, Saturday all my favorite people were in town to help me celebrate. And that they did.
I couldn't have asked for a better group of people to take care of me all night after they forcefully fed me alcohol all night. Love y'all.
The birthday celebrations will continue this week when I get home and I can't wait to stuff my face at my favorite restaurant back home. And go to yet another Luke Bryan concert. And watch some tennis. And play some golf. And maybe go to a Braves game. Lots happening. Sheesh.
So for your entertainment, here's the best of the shambley pictures I have from my lovely birthday weekend.
This picture just had to be shared. Madness on Friday. Everything about this pictures makes me laugh.
Thanks for the birthday wishes, Polar!
"Tooters." That is all.
Andddd the brunch that saved my life.