it was brady's.
we stayed up until midnight the night before so we could start out his nineteenth with a hug, a kick, and a dance (courtesy of lebo).
at the end of his big day we decided to get some ice cream.
but the parlor was closed!
so we went to an italian restaurant next door.
that was painted pink.
twas a perfect night.
there was rain involved.
there were pipes. brady climbed in.
we're like born models or something.
note the pink walls. classy.
seth is creepin. brady got a candle.
layt said i couldn't fit.
it's pink. of course i could fit.
happy birthday brady j!