Reagan’s Birthday Party

Saturday night was the culmination of much careful planning and sneakiness on the part of Reagan’s friends and myself. We had an 80’s themed party at the Smoot’s house. Reagan thought we were going to dinner. On the way into the building, the door man asked what apt. we were going to. When I told him, he was like, “oh yeah, nice party. Nice party.” Reagan was like, “did that dude just say, ‘nice body’?” I was like, “Yeah. Dirty old man.” Hahaha. Anyway, it was a total surprise, despite numerous close calls. There was a pretty good turn out, even though it was bloody cold outside and the A train wasn’t running above 168. There was plenty of Capri Sun and fun dip to go around. Not to mention, Marci Stringham whipped out a freaking amazing cake with carebears and everything. Tamara posted some of her pictures of the party. I will try to get ours posted in the next couple of days.