This is us at Cheesecake, there was a neat elevator behind us that our bodies are completely covering.
Brother about to blow out his candle. I am pretty sure Cheesecake broke the law when they started singing "Happy Birthday" but it was a lot better than one of those embarassing made up songs. It was great, the waiter said "Steve" instead of "Scott". And then someone said it was his 13th Birthday. We had a lot of fun and laughs.
So if you didnt get it already, we were pretty sick. We planned on driving home that night but there was no way we would make it back alive. Luckily, there was a Mariott right across the street. It would have been pretty romantic any other time, but we watched true story murder shows til we could get sleepy-apparently thats all there is to watch on tv saturday nights. I didnt sleep a wink. We got up early and this was the view from our balcony, pretty! See, romantic any other time.