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?
Random: ...I'm sorry.
That occurred all night long until finally she changed her answer to 17.
Obligatory blurry picture.