It's Official.

Thanks to my very generous friend Kayla, Taylor and I were able to attend game 4 of the first round of playoffs.  Kayla has also deemed me an "official Blazer fan", due to my fantastic basketball knowledge (and small crush on a certain M. Batum).  This was only my second time seeing a game at the Rose Garden, and I could not have asked for a better one.  Amazing...or as my Frenchie would say "Le jeu etait fantastique!"  I get chills just watching the replays. 

I Almost Forgot...

You know you have good friends when they give you these...

Gluten-free goodies galore! Cupcakes, frosting, and sprinkles, oh my!




Thanks Megs and Jarrett :)

A Girl Loves A Surprise...

You'd think after my many years on this planet, I would have experienced a surprise party (or even a lame attempt at one).  Nope, not a single one.  

This year I'll admit, I was a little suspicious.  I had a sneaking suspicion that my amazingly intuitive and thoughtful boyfriend was up to something...I just didn't know what.  

It wasn't until the night of my birthday, when I was blindfolded for our dinner date, that I was convinced something was up.  

This is what I walked into...

My beautiful friends gathered around a table at Bluehour, a lovely French bistro that I'd been dying to try.

Needless to say, the boy did good. We're talking major boyfriend points here...

Like, I should have all puppy potty responsibilities for a week, points. (I won't).

After a delish dinner and drinks, the after party commenced a la maison de Jaime et Taylor.

    Individual wine boxes (with straws!) Why didn't I think of this??!

 

An amazing evening (from what I can recall).

And then....

The aftermath.

                                     Birthday s.u.c.c.e.s.s.

When I Grow Up...

I want to do this.