Is Anyone With A Mustache Invited To This Party??

I think its safe to say i have the BEST FRIENDS!!

 Yesterday afternoon i found myself being kidnapped from my house by one of my best friends.

she was wearing sunglasses...

& a fake mustache.

this kinda stuff isnt out of the ordinary for this friendship,

 it happens on a regular basis,

so i willingly accepted her kidnapping.

She tells me to close my eyes,

but with my inablility to keep from peeking i opted to shove my head in my indian bag, & pull the straps tight just to make sure i would resist the urge.

She drives to an "unknown location" & forces me out of the car.

she started leading me first by holding my arm,

that lead to my shoulder,

which lead to her arm around my neck,

then finally she had my secured into a tight head lock.

we were running around in circles it felt like.

(while this was happening a bunch of chinese people were watching intentively as if we were straight outta the loony bin. which isnt that far off sadly. )

it only made what i couldnt see about 18 times better!

Anywho,

after being drug around for a few minutes,

she attempts to pull the bag off my head,

nearly strangling me.

once it was off i saw in front of me i see a poster that says,

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY BAILEY!!"

(sorry about all the birthday stuff on my blog....)

I start smiling & brust out in uncontrolable laughter.

My really happy laughter.

i turn around & see two of my other really good friends sitting at a table,

with there sunglasses,

mustaches,

& no expression on their faces...

blank stares.

 it was the greatest thing!

They provided my favorite meal,

Arby's :)

With my beverage of choice,

Sunny-D :)

 We sat down & ate.

caught bees,

you know the usual.

I was given gifts from the best store EVER,

The $1 store :)

so you can prolly guess all the strange & unusual gifts i recieved.

Our adventures took us to Trafalga.

Where if you wear a mustache you get looked at like your the biggest idiot.

BUT we didnt care!

where we played mini-golf...

Badly...

Literally the balls would try to escape us on multiple occasions.

Where you dont want to stand 5 feet in front of a girl with a cub who wants to try & bounce the golf ball off of the walls around & make it land perfectly in the hole.

This will result in a ball to the forehead.

Not a pleasant feeling.

i speak from experience.

Where we make everything have a mustache.

Where you can watch your friend get beat-up by a little boy on the Merry-Go-Round, because the mustache he is wearing isnt real.

Where we enjoy a man in uniform.

Where a 3 liter Pineapple Pizzaz is shared.

Where many, many, MANY pictures are taken & friends become closer.

It was the best birthday i have ever had!

I could never thank them enough :)

 BE A FAN OF THE MUSTACHE CLAN!!