The morning after the party, I woke up to this madness.
After a bit of cleaning (not nearly enough!), I decided I wanted the party to continue. We changed into new party dresses, threw on the sparkly accessories I had used as decorations, bought more champagne, and made some pancakes.
We never cut the cake during my actual birthday party, so Serra decided to dig in.
Everyone else quickly joined her.
We still felt like dancing, so my brother played all my favorite songs from my childhood as a birthday tribute. As we moved through my teenage years the music got pretty awkward, but the dancing continued.
By 4:00, I was finally exhausted.
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