Amanda's Birthday - The Aftermath

My aunt always says that birthdays should be a week long. She's a wise lady. It was true for me and it was definitely true for Amanda. On Thursday, we resurrected our Cheesecake Factory (Cheesecaktory) tradition and headed up to Friendship Heights for dinner. Amazing, as always.

Friday, though exhausted, we headed to the Black Cat for Cryfest 2006 - the Cure versus the Smiths Dance Party. My friend Steve deejays this event every year, and it's always a good time. I love the Black Cat because it is truly a place where one can be himself. No one is judging what you're wearing or how you're dancing or what you're drinking - it's a refreshing change of pace, to be honest. This year was no exception, though some of the patrons were a little, um... let's say, rowdy. From the strangely androgynous heterosexual couple that experienced six different emotive dances during one song (I love you! I hate you! I love you! Gross!) before furiously making out (who said, "She's going to be pregnant by the end of the night" anyway?) to the two guys who were hellbent on giving each other atomic wedgies before exploding into a dance-off, it was definitely a night to remember.

Which girlie is drunk? The answer may surprise you!

Saturday night was a bar hopping extravaganza - Ella's to RFD to Tom Tom's. After the free drinks at Ella's, Amanda was a bit adventurous and decided on a DC safari:

Yeah. We know.

Happy Birthday, Mandi!