1. Hit up the Hozier concert… Tinder wolf and Kellie met up with us. If you were wondering, they are still giddy.
2. Kinsey planned a birthday day outing. We didn’t want to go out at night, because we’d hate ourselves the next day. Kinsey has us starting things off at a beer brewery, which is interesting because Kinsey does not drink beer at all… AT ALL. Now, I drink beer, but I would not consider myself to be a connoisseur, but we had fun. We did a lil bar hopping afterwards, before heading to dinner. That’s when I asked about my coworkers. Kinsey said Jenna was meeting up for dinner, Kellie had plans, and Big Al said he was not able to make it because he had to work. I figured we should go to him, so we gathered the crew of people, and headed off to Big Al’s… he was not there. Did we blow him up on the text? Yes. We finally got a hold of him, and he headed our way, and made it just in time to say goodbye to us, because we had to make our way over to the restaurant where we were having dinner.
3. Dinner went well, one of my buddies got me a selfie stick, which excited Kinsey quite a bit because now “we can fit our entire family in a selfie!” She does make a very valid point. Jenna showed up. I think she was disappointed that I was not super drunk. haha. Some people at the end of our table, who I did not know very well, walked the bill, so that put a lil damper on things, but I didn’t let it affect my vibe. Then we headed home, and were in bed by 10. Boom! Great success! And we did not feel horrible the next day. Day birthday outings are the smart way to go. Lesson learned.
4. We did have a whoopsie. Kinsey needed me to go buy milk, because we ran out. Chloe usually wakes up for a lil milk refill during the night. If she doesn’t get it, it’s melt down central. Well, I had gone into our bedroom with Cason to watch some Ninja Turtles, but we never turned on the TV, we just laid in my bed, and I made up a bedtime story… long story short, we both passed out. Kinsey was finishing up with Chloe’s night time stuff, went into her office, and an hour later, came into the bedroom, thinking I had hit up the store, and just come home and gone to sleep. Fast forward to 3:30 this morning, Chloe wanted her milk, and daddy did not go get it. Guess how fast I got to 7-11 and back? 3 minutes. No joke. But I did end up losing about 50 minutes of sleep. Ma bad.