Best. Birthday. Ever.

Wow. Lisa's been nineteen for six days. She's so old, so wise. We have so much to blog about.

We woke up on that fateful Friday morning after a cigarette run to a bedroom that looked like this, courtesy of suitemates Chelsey and Erica.

As evidenced by the picture, the red streamers were in front of Ally's closet. It was fun.

When Lisa got out of the shower, Jillian and Whitney were in our room. Ally let them in. As a consequence, this guy has been a resident of 3120 since about 8:45 am, September 11th, 2009.


On Lisa's birthday afternoon we went to some school or something. We can't remember, but it was fun. We had lunch in the Canon Center together. Lisa was wearing Ally's shirt because it was her birthday.

That evening, Lisa went back to SLC for some family time - grandparents in cowboy hats, Sawadee Thai Food, presents, Texas sheet cake, the works. She missed Ally, though.

Ally went to Gen X, then Fall Fest '09. Fall Fest consisted of magic tricks, speed dating, karaoke, and a dance. Basically, it was like every other event here. It's lucky those are all of her favorite things or this place would be a nightmare. She missed Lisa, though.

The next day Ally watched the big game at the Smith Field House while Lisa did some laundry at home. Ally had time for one more Gen X trip before Lisa got back down south.

Then, the party really began.

We had some pretty big dinner plans. For the event we chose our favorite little restaurant, The Canon Center. This wasn't a normal meal, however. Table cloths, center pieces, party hats, and multiple tables were involved. The theme was dinosaur. This was the best meal we have ever had, fo real. Too excited to eat, we mostly looked around and said "this is so fun" as many times as we could get away with. We were proud of the girls from our hall who were completely game. It was a huge success. Let's just say we bought 24 party hats and an estimated 15-17 people had to do without. Yeah. One highlight of the meal was the kind Canon Center stranger who brought Lisa a fun birthday treat. Nothing says "man, I hope you have a great day" like a donut, soft serve ice cream, and Cocoa Puffs.




If we thought dinner was fun, we weren't even prepared for what came next. Two words: Classic Skating. We crimped hair, wore leggings, put on purple eye shadow, and lended out our clothes like there was no tomorrow.

It was a dream come true. We were glad to see the Classic Skating down here is in equal if not worse shape than the Sandy one.

We mostly skated solo. And we mean solo. Like, not even with each other. But we boogied, pausing every once and a while for some pictures.

After a while, we looked around and noticed that the rest of the group looked exhausted and thoroughly ready to go. We could have skated all night, but we took one for the team and agreed to head out after we danced the Hustle. The evening ended with some of Clair's cakes in the floor lounge.

And that is as close to the perfect birthday as you can get. Take that My Super Sweet Sixteen.