Monday, December 3, 2007

International Birthday

So, for my birthday, I wanted to go International. We started off in India, where these adorable girls danced their little feet off with more grace and style I could ever hope to have.
You know those little carts designed to carry princesses around in? Get the idea?
My new boyfriend...
Later that night, in Paris:

7 comments:

Briana Walker said...

wow! you know how to ring in your birthday. looks like you had a lot of fun with friends. happy birthday love!

Vanilla Vice said...

Getting lost at the Taj Mahal was no fun...

Seymour Glass said...

looks fab. sorry i missed it. fyi, those princess/queen carriers are called palanquins. something i learned from a Decemberist's song.

The Dally Llama said...

Going international... Last time I was traveling abroad, that phrase had a TOTALLY different meaning...

f*bomb. said...

Dally, I'm hanging on a cliff, here! What does it mean? What could it MEAN!?!

(But I COULD tell you what letting someone "stamp your passport" on a first date would be...)

The Dally Llama said...

Drug you and smuggle you to southeast Asia where you're sold as a sweatshop worker in the textile industry? Sounds like a pretty crappy first date to me. (I've had worse, however).

f*bomb. said...

O please, Dall! That's like a sweet childhood memory!