Pictured with Tricia, the fourth original roomie, we roomed together in a built up lounge on the 7th floor of the UNH freshman dorms (housing crunch!) There was actually a fifth roommate but she transferred out after first semester. Actually, I'm pretty sure after the first night of living together when I showed up after my walk of shame induction across campus she was bolting for the door. These three on the other hand, stuck it out with me for four more years. Technically Erin is a September baby but since we never got together then, celebrations resume. We've been through it all these girls and I. Good news is, the good times don't fade as we age. Bad news is, the hangovers are much worse. (Actually, that's debatable, I suffered pretty bad in college too.)
Champagne cheers at mine and Adam's place. 
Shots upon arrival at Rattlesnake.
Dancing....lots of dancing.
Things got...weird?
Peace signs, guns blazin', nose picking (whatt?), O-faces, hands flailing wildly about. Pray for us this is last call.My good friend DeMane's birthday earlier this month wasn't any less of a show.
Things also got weird (they always do) and in order to protect the identity of those involved, I'll keep it light. Dinner at Delux in the form of Pork Empanadas with pickled onions & yogurt sauce and a Pumpkin Cranberry Salad was satisfying as usual.
There were drinks....lots of drinks! After a dirty martini or two, some brews. 
RIP Pink Ray Bans
Post Delux, you know the drill, 
The Beehive!
For dancing (great live jazz band) and a Champagne toast (thanks Reuter!)
More dancing outside to whatever was playing on that iPhone.
Happy Birthday to all my wonderful friends born in October, especially the one's I did not / will not get to celebrate with!
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