As we know it and I feel fine

Some people might think the next word would be Hallelujah, but for my own purposes, we will substitute the word "cell phone." It’s a great story though.

On saturday, my mom and her best friend from high school threw me the greatest 30th birthday party in the history of all 30th birthday parties. Those of you who missed it will be hearing about it for months to come and will most likely be sick to death of me talking about it before christmas. But, really, it will just serve you right for not crossing the country to par-tay with me in California.

It all started way back on my 21st birthday when my mom hired a magician for the party…needless to say, i haven’t let her forget it. So this year she was determined to outdo herself. In addition to about a liquor store amount of booze to make every drink imaginable, a keg of newcastle and multiple bottles of two-buck chuck from Trader Joe’s, there was a DJ, a jolly jump, and sumo wrestling. They made "how well do you REALLY know Erin?" word searches (you had clues about different things in my life [ie: first boyfriend, favorite drink etc.] and had to find the answer in the jumble), a slideshow of the first 30 years of my life and friends/fam etc.

Needles to say, I got wasted and have a few bruises. Oh, we also had a ‘pin the tail on the donkey type game, it was bush and we pinned a certain type of moustach on him….." ( :

This is me after loosing to the other sumo wrestler, it’s really hard to get back up…But i digress, the night was filled with drinking (see below), singing (those pictures are on linda’s camera and will be uploaded later), and general debauchary. A good time was had by all.

Even though we were all acting like we were back in college (or elementary school) there was one moment that really pointed out how old we were. Out of the 60+ people at the party, the picture on the right shows how many of us are still single… Not many of us left people!!!

So, this leads me to why my cell phone is broken, at the end of the night, some how, I couldn’t of had too much to drink, and it’s known far and wide that I am never clumbsy or anything, I spilled a beer all over my pants. The next morning I put them in the washing machine and washed my cell phone, making in cold and  broken. Which means that I have lost everyone’s phone number.

Please send all relevant contact information to: erin_hofteig@yahoo.com

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