I had an amazing AMAZING 21st birthday. Four people flew out (three from Minnesota, one from Portland), two drove down from Santa Cruz, four drove in from Riverside (I guess five technically, but my boyfriend lives with me 80% of the time anyway). We have a Razor gang called Razorrection and obviously we are bringing back Razors.
Anyway, I had a big ass party at the Roosevelt hotel that was pirate themed and seemed to go over pretty awesomely.
At some point during the night, I was having a cigarette downstairs with Sarah, Jack, and Dustin. Dustin suddenly stood up and started yelling, "JAMIE KENNEDY, JAMIE KENNEDY IN THE HOUSE." I suddenly saw him and said, "Jamie! Jamie!" At first, he ignored everyone yelling and started to get into a car with his girlfriend, then I said, "No, Jamie, it's me Chloe!" He turned. I said, "Remember me?" and smiled. He smiled back. "Oh, hey, yeah, how are you?" I said I was great. Dustin chimed in that it was my 21st. I laughed and said, "Do I get a hug?" He looked like he was going to come over, but then Jennifer Love Hewitt grabbed him by the arm and pulled him into the car viciously.
TRUE STORY. ANYWAY
Some of these photos were taken by my friend Julia, but the super fancy ones were taken by the ever lovely, ever charming
lifeofreilly. Thanks again, Jonathan!

( ARRR WE BE BECKONING YE IN MATEYS )