Pete's Birthday

My boyfriend Pete turned 30 on Friday (and our dog Jordy turned 2 on the same day, haha) and we had a bar party for him on Saturday. There was a nice turn out and Pete had a great time - but wow, I'm sure glad we don't do that often. I can't hang like I used to. Or should I say I can't drink like I used to... because I sure was "hangin'" on Sunday! No treadmill time for me that day - there was a lot of napping, water drinking and Advil popping. Luckily Brady had a fun filled evening with grandma and didn't come home until the afternoon when I was feeling much better. The last time I went out for more than dinner and a drink or two was a year ago, so I guess I was due.

I really hate calling my boyfriend "my boyfriend". It sounds so juvenile. We've been together on and off since 2000 and our son is going to be 8 later this month. He's more than a "boyfriend", even though we aren't married. Boyfriend slash baby daddy slash best friend slash love of my life? That's more accurate.

So here's a few pictures from the night....

 This is Pete with his two brothers, Dan and Jeremy. They all work different shifts and Jeremy lives an hour and a half away, so it isn't often they get together like this.

 Boyfriend looks pretty goony in this picture, but we were both tipsy at this point. Yep, that's me there.

Here's another of me... I'm using this picture as motivation because you can see my tummy roll even through the dark shirt, and that's depressing.

I don't even know what to tell ya... there are 32 pitchers in a half barrel and I think the party consumed 35 by the end of the night - so man-love and fake humping obviously ensued. Sometimes you just gotta let loose!