On Friday,
T.J. and I spent the afternoon scouring thrift stores for 80s attire. We found some really interesting clothing.
Purple, sparkly, floor-length, and shoulder padded. No joke. My bag didn’t match. So sad.

And then I went to the chapel and almost peed my pants laughing.

Look at that hot open back.

In between all of our errands, we stopped for lunch at
Ali Baba Deli on Daniel Island. Ali Baba is a Mediterranean restaurant that was highly recommended to me by my Jewish neighbor who has visited Israel. He said the food was very close to authentic. The
menu contains gyros, souvlaki, kebobs, and a ton of vegetarian sides. Falafel, hummus, stuffed grape leaves, fettoush, and foul madamas are just a few of the options. I ordered the chicken kebob with basmati rice, pita bread, hummus, and spanakopita.
T.J. ordered the kofta kebob (ground sirloin with parsley and onion) with couscous and cauliflower salad.

We also ordered falafel…how can you not get falafel? God bless a chickpea.

I think
T.J. was a little intimidated by the menu at first, but he did enjoy his food. I was in love with their hummus, but it seemed that the rice and spanakopita had been sitting out too long. There are a lot of other things on the menu I’d like to try, so I will be back!

Fast forward to Saturday night. 80s prom was ridiculous. Open bar + trashy clothing = awesome evening. Here are some of my favorite pics.
My bestie and me:

Our prom pose:

The male besties: Tyler,
T.J. and Matt:

More ladies:

And any chance I can make fun of my exbf (in white), I will
take! Hahaha. And the fellow in red is Prince.

And then the weird ones…



And my very favorite:

I can officially say that 80s prom was 285723986736 times better than my senior prom.