Ok now that I’ve had a day to recover from my birthday weekend extragavanza it’s time to recap what happened.

Friday was spent going to the pub and getting drunk. A lot of my group of pub friends was up there and there was cake to be had, maybe even too much cake to be had. I also have a big mouth

After recovering early Saturday we then went down to the Keys to see some trike racing and hoo-boy was it some hardcore racing. Actually we were down there to celebrate one of Jamie’s friends birthday’s. Sadly we didn’t get down to the Keys before the trike racing started, otherwise I would’ve joined in. But it was still damned funny to see all these grown adults try to fit on the tiny little trikes. The day was also a success since Team Pilates [full of some of Jamie’s friends] won 2nd place overall and got a huge honkin trophy. That night consisted of getting even drunker than the previous night and then passing out on a half-inflated air mattress on the floor.

Sunday was a bit rough to get up “early” like we had planned to, that’s what happens when you try to party that hard I guess. Finally around 11 or so we both managed to get up, and get on the road back towards Boca. After making a quick pitstop at my house two hours later we were on our way to Orlando.

Why were we going to Orlando? Because that was my suprise birthday gift. Jamie had gotten us a hotel room in Orlando and bought tickets to Island of Adventure for the both of us the following morning.

At said park the next morning we proceeded to ride The Hulk three times during the day. I beat some little kids at Whack A Mole and won Scooby Doo for Jamie. Which right after the guy gave it to us she proceeded to talk smack to these little kids. I at that point was ashamed of what she was doing and as you can see in the photo, am trying to run away from her so I don’t get yelled at from the parents.

And that was pretty much my birthday weekend, it throughly rocked and was probably my best birthday ever. Also we invented a new religion, it’s called Confectisim. It entails eating a lot of sugary things and proclaiming the Stay Puft Marshmellow man as a deity. You want in?

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