Happy Birthday Andrew! A whole quarter of a century year old.
On Saturday we slept in till 11am, went to the winter farmer’s market at Nat Bailey Stadium and then joined a buddy of ours who was also celebrating his birthday at a bar to dance the night away.
I whispered to our friend Bal to bet Andrew $20 to do the “worm” on the dance floor, knowing he wouldn’t back down from a challenge. What resulted was Andrew doing the “worm,” (not once, but twice!) on the dance floor, thereby becoming the life of the party.
Let’s just say I didn’t marry him for his dancing skills, but have to admit I love that he’s not afraid to bust a move.