30 years of Leah passed with a celebration worthy of my old school reputation.

"Kick ass party!" posts and "You sure know how to throw 'em" comments littered my Facebook page the next day.

The pictures posted online stop documenting the party about the time the DJ started playing music so loud the only option was to dance, drink more, or leave.
There are after midnight pics on my camera, but none are internet acceptable. More like blackmail material, unnamed party goers dancing on the table, freak dancing like it really was 1999, sucking Jell-o shots off each other like they were made of water not vodka, people having sex on the side of the building, in the bathroom….. Now that’s what I call a PARTY!

We partied at the rental hall til 2:30 am, stopped by a local bar and shut them down after 4:00am. After the party it’s the after party and a few VIP guests were invited back to our new pad. We partied some more until the sun began peeking around somewhere out in the atmosphere where my sobriety resided and we finally called it a night.

The next day all I could say was 'Did I turn 30 or 21!?'

Thanks to all who came out to celebrate!