Well, here's what I wore on my 21st birthday because even going to bars can't stop me from wearing an A-line. This outfit is so simple that I almost considered not posting it, but then I remembered that I even though I wear this dress fairly often, it's hardly been on the blog and it's pretty great if you ask me. This was actually what I like to call my "I don't want to dress like a child or grandma like usual, but I still want to feel like myself" outfit for the night, or rather, my "I'm not picking up guys at the bar, but I still don't want them to think my I.D. is fake" look. That's the type of thought process that comes with looking like a 16-year-old for eternity.
I had a really great birthday, even if it was fairly tame. I did drink a good amount (anything more than one is considered a lot for me), but didn't get too crazy. My friends kept buying me fruity drinks that didn't taste like alcohol, which, yes, I know will be the death of me for years to come. We ended up only going to two bars — the Tiki Bar at Downtown Disney and another bar in Old Town Orange — before my friend who was driving had to go home, but it was still a lot of fun. My family took me to the Cheesecake Factory the next night (a birthday tradition for me, one of my brothers, and his wife. Mostly because of our love of cheesecake.) and my family all got drinks with me and ordered me another one of those dangerously delicious blended drinks that tastes like dessert. It was great. Best of all, my brother and sister-in-law gave me $50 to Modcloth, so now I can get new things despite the $800 I had to pay to get my parents' car fixed since I damaged it. Stupid poles are stupid.
I may or may not have freaked out when my neighbors started hanging out in their driveway next door to me while I was taking pictures, which explains why there are so few here. I hope this background of my front porch hasn't been too boring. I haven't had much time to venture outside of my house to take pictures, and I've found that the light in this spot is perfect.
Speaking of not having time, I'm way behind on reading and commenting on my favorite blogs so forgive. I'll make up for it by catching up and posting creepy, way-longer-than-they-need-to-be comments on all of them ASAP.
Dress: Buffalo Exchange
Shoes: Need Supply Co.