the other side of the party

At 8pm sharp last night, Judd and I walked into Fahrenheit Ultra Lounge & Restaurant to begin our night of revelry in honor of my 27th birthday. Our five hours spent in this establishment began with some killer food and good company. Dos, Billy, Megan, Becca, Kupono, Judd and I sat around a low table in the upper lounge area chatting and munching on calimari, edamame, garlic noodles, and thai chicken. Two of Dos' friends Teresa and Brenda joined us towards the end of the meal, and Aaron and Camille came just in time for cake. As the lights in Fahrenheit turned down and the music turned up, the restaurant began its metamorphosis into a chic night club, libations began to flow more freely, and the ladies decided to head out to the dance floor. Sometime in the night, Helen, Les, Ted, Jared and Brooke joined our party, and the birthday celebrating grew exponentially (it being Jared's birthday, too). Just after 1am, after much picture-taking, bonbon-shaking, and cocktail-drinking, the party began to wind down for us, and we headed home. Although we missed those that couldn't make it out, all in all, my birthday celebration was a success! Thanks to everyone who made it happen, but especially Dos who planned the whole thing!

Here are some fun details to enhance the description of our night out on the town. First of all, around 6:30pm, before the party even started, just as Judd was getting ready to take a shower, our power went out. After scrounging around for flashlights and candles for a bit, we manually opened the garage so I could drive Gracelyn to my parents' house for the evening. Judd showered and got ready in the dark (and, I must say, he looked damn good, despite the circumstances!), and I came back to pick him up on our way to Fahrenheit. After the soiree, we drove Becca home since she was left without a ride (Kupono, being a responsible daddie, had left early to pick up Marina from a sleepover that wasn't working out...her friend was sick & throwing up). After picking Gracelyn up, we finally made it home at 2:15am (thank God the power was back on by that time), and everyone was in bed by 2:45. Of course, having a late night of partying certainly doesn't guarantee a late start in the morning, especially when you have an eight-month-old baby to care for. After only five hours of sleep, Judd dragged himself out of bed to feed Gracelyn (he spoils me, yes...I got to "sleep in" until 8:45). So while most other party-goers were most likely nursing their hangovers in bed until noonish, the Jacobs household was alive-n-kickin' at 8am! Yes, it's a lazy day here for us, but by "lazy" we mean "getting up at 8, feeding the baby, playing with the baby, changing the baby's diapers, doing the dishes, going grocery shopping, returning a pair of jeans at the mall, and updating our blog". Lazy, indeed. That's the other side of the party...