My super fly, ultra-smart, singularly sweet, gorgeous baby sister turned 21 yesterday. Being far more sophisticated and mature than I was at 21, she did not go out and get sloppy drunk at her first legal opportunity. Instead, we celebrated Shack-family style with wine and reflections and stories and laughter all wrapped up in a dining experience.
Peohe's hooked us up with custom, celebratory menus.
{photo credit: MoShack} |
And the waiter played along and carded the Midge.
{Photo credit: MoShack} |
There was much posing and documenting of the evening.
{Photo credit: waiter man} |
{Photo credit: MamaShack} |
Twenty-first birthdays, however, are extra-special and thereby require multiple cakes...
{I just realized that this picture includes: Mom, Dad, birthday cake, funky head scarf, and champagne...what a lucky birthday girl!} |
Happy Birthday, Midge!
{Cry baby no more!} |
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