Last night, to celebrate Warhol's birthday, a small group went to dinner. Apparently, Warhol and Sweetbreads were actually not being sarcastic, when they stated we should class our life up. First, they took us totally off the grid to Buffalo Wild Wings (why you gotta hate on Jimmy Johns??) and now... they took us for sushi. Maybe.. it shocked a couple of siblings to learn that Sushi is not in fact, the name of a fish. Some people, could use a little more Animal Planet. And.. maybe somebody's husband, should not always say every thought he is thinking, out loud.
The Teacher and her Nice Guy, our distinguished tour guides for the evening.
Seriously. Not a Joke. I could NOT stop eating these beans. Proving ANYTHING is good, covered in Sea Salt.
Looks to me, like two brave and smiley people, eagerly turning the page on the next exciting chapter of their lives! It's never too late to realize dreams.
Siblings. Good thing, they are so cute.
Warhol and his Sweetbreads. Happy Birthday, Warhol. I'd spend the evening searching stores for the perfect gift... except it looks like fate has already gifted you, something very beautiful and priceless.
Now... I wonder how I will possibly follow up Warhol's birthday posts, from last year?? Tune in tomorrow!