hood rat things with my friends

Dawn's birthday was a huge success both nights. We did the same thing two nights in a row that included all-you-can-drink specials, listening to a surprisingly awesome local band, lots of ghetto fabulous dancing, and ended with a trip to Whataburger (OBVIOUSLY).

Random bar-goer: Oh, it's your birthday? How old are you?
Dawn: 22.
Random: ...I'm sorry.

That occurred all night long until finally she changed her answer to 17.

Friday night.

Obligatory blurry picture.

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