Me: "Take a picture of us, take a picture of us."*

R: "Hey, don't tell me what to do!"

M: "I'll give you a picture..."

S: "I bet you will..."

B: "Damn, that was a meal."

D: "Hey choach...do you want some of my 'nookie?'

Me: "It's gnocci. Nyoe-key. Not nookie, honey."

D: "Next time I come here I'm going to get five orders of nookie."

D: "Gnocci!"

Me: "Take a picture of us, come on."

D: "Maybe if she wasn't so busy talking to B, she would take your picture."

R: "Give me the G D camera."

M: "I'll take a picture. Seriously."

Me: "Should we get another bottle of wine?"

S: "I think we should probably get going. Yikes."

D: "Let's get some dessert...What do you want, buggers?"

S: "There's still a piece of steak here...How dare we? We have to eat it."

Me: "We have to. Fucking incredible."

D: "Do you want to get some dessert?"

Me: "Cheesecake! I want cheesecake...(To very patient server) Do you have cheesecake?"

Server: "We have lemon cheesecake."

Me: "Perfect! We'll take one slice with 80 spoons, please."

B: "I aint eatin' no cheesecake."

M: "Who's coming dancing with us?"

Me: "Boob! Take the picture."

R: "I am! Shut your a-hole face!"

Me: "Ok."

S: "So then I says, I says, I says..."

Inner monologue to self : Smile like you're not drunk. You'll want this photo later. Focus. Smile like you're not drunk...


*Author's note: Due to the several martini-i and glass-i of wine that I drank, this is absolutely not an exact transcription of actual conversations had during my birthday dinner. I intended to capture the essence of the gleeful fun that was had, and the characters of my absurdly wonderful soul mate friends. Hope y'all haters aint gonna bring me in to a therapy sesh with Oprah.