Lordy, Lordy

Earlier this month, I had the tenth fortieth birthday party of my dreams. While I am blessed with friends who can whip up an elegant soiree in their sleep, that wasn't at all what I had in mind. So we rented out the local roller rink, and time travelled back to the 1970s-80s. I couldn't squeeze into the vintage Jordache jeans I'd bought, but otherwise my outfit was my dream outfit from 1981: baseball tee with a glitter iron-on transfer (a saying my mother never would have allowed, for the record,) ribbon barrette, Love's Baby Soft perfume, press-on nails, Bonne Bell Lip Slime Gloss, and rainbow pompoms on my skates. Whether or not I was rocking Wonder Woman Underoos will remain my secret.

Mark rocked a glittery flame-throwing Jeep and an original PacMan trucker hat, and held my hand while we skated to the slow songs! My amazing family and friends (and even their kids) went all out with their outfits.

SuperJen made me the most radical, bitchin' cake EVER!

We did the Hokey Pokey, and we turned ourselves around, because that's what it's all about. We ate greasy cheese pizza, we did the limbo, we sported glow necklaces, we played skee-ball and whack-a-mole, we scored vinyl-topped CDs and rainbow bubble gum favors.

Nate's tee has a glittery Big Wheel. Awwww, yeah.

Take THAT, forty!