Fifty for 50

If ever there was a "go big" moment, turning fifty qualifies, no? Okaaay - so my friend Elizabeth Harris, me and 49 other like minded women would heartily agree! Oh, and by "go big" she means an orange and green themed cocktail / dinner/ sleepover / hangover / jet ski / oh-my-god-i'm-too-old-for-2 AM kind of "go big". Just so you know.
Am still trying to decide if the fact that security was called because the noise of the three-mat simultaneous Twister game was getting out of hand would be considered hysterical (in case you're wondering, the answer is "yes" at 2 AM) or bordering on headshakingly embarrassing (again, going with "yes" to that, but without the head shaking. it hurts.)