This weekend, my roommate, Ann, turned 26, and boy did we celebrate. On Friday night, we did a roommate dinner at Miguel's on Coronado Island.
Dinner was followed by an evening in downtown San Diego with some new friends, during which I witnessed my first drunken fistfight. (Don't worry, we were not in harm's way - it was just a notable way to spend the evening.) We headed home, and celebrated at midnight with a slice of flourless chocolate cake.
Saturday was the big day, and we had about 50 of Ann's friends join us in a party at Club 5111. I got to pull out my party-planning skills, and had a great time spending the day getting ready. Of course, the thing that makes a party is not the food or the music or the decor, but the people, and Ann has a knack for gathering together some of the most fun people. Several of our friends came down from LA...
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