This weekend I launched my international headband modeling/professional tennis playing career. Unfortunately, you’re going to have to wait to get all of the juicy details about that little slice of information until the pictures are released. Instead, let’s talk about Winge’s 30th birthday. (Winge is pronounced Wing-E. I want you to say it correctly in your head when you read it, okay?) To celebrate, we did things like: watch basketball, listen to Michael Jackson and Britney Spears, and dance our pants off. Not really. All pants stayed on. But we did do some serious dancing. In Dale Earnhardt Jr.’s VIP section at Whiskey River. That’s just how we roll. Plus, it helps to have friends who work in the bar industry in Charlotte. We hung out with famous racecar drivers and I got some autographs on my forehead. Not really (again). So, to clarify, we really were in his VIP section, but nobody famous was there and I really don’t even have an inkling of interest in Nascar even if they were. And I would never get an autograph on my forehead ever. And yes, we danced our pants off. But all pants stayed on. Got it? Good.
1) The Wolfes were adorable and smitten with each other as always. 2) Ashley and Winge participated in putting their hands in the ayer per the request of Flo Rida. 3) The boys were very important persons. 4) We were in love.
Si. Bueno tambien.
So happy thirty to Winge! We love celebrating. We certainly have some amazing friends. That is all.