Flav’s birthday extravaganza weekend

Today miss Flávia turns twenty-one, so we celebrated Saturday and Monday night, because cmon, 21 deserves at least two nights. A real celebration of her first legal drink will have to wait until back in the US though, as the wine and cocktails and more cocktails and beer Saturday and the wine with dinner on Monday were great but not out of the ordinary!

Saturday night: lovely Italian dinner, a walk in the summery air over to St Michel where we found some dancing for Flávia at Ze Bar, then the Highlander from 230 to 5, where they finally managed to kick us out after Georgetown won the Big East Championship.

mmmmmm

ok - this is the freaky dress we saw in a window while we were walking - it's got pictures of a little girl (or doll... hopefully doll) carrying her own head, blood spewing out of her neck. Comes complete with cleaver!!! K doesn't really go along with the rest of the post, I know, but... couldn't miss a photo op of this one.

Nor this! These are the jolly brits we ran into that were on their way to a costume party! Flav had no problem asking them to take a photo with her... in fact in this case, I even encouraged her and ran over to them with her. They were so nice! Yay for "older" people still having fun!

my girl

Monday night: another lovely dinner, at a chic restaurant just north of Odéon, followed by a stop at a great little gelato place. Some of them went on to a bar after, but not only did I definitely not have more than 50 centimes left on me, but I was exhausted and had to get up at 6:30 the next morning for my 9am class at St. Denis.

A great weekend, the theme of which was complimenting the birthday girl and her new haircut and new dresses (from Zara, of course) – gorgeous! HAPPY BIRTHDAY, love!