turning the big 3-0

Well that was a quick September. I can pretty much define my September by cities I was in because that's how incredibly fast it went by. It's already October! I want my September back if nothing more than to enjoy wearing flip flops and skirts for the last time in 2009.

With the start of October came the BF's 30th birthday. That's right, readers, we celebrated the big 3-0 for the BF with the good hair. (I'm just stating the obvious.)

About 35 people headed downtown last night to Bier Markt to drink entirely too much alcohol, celebrate in his honor and watch my younger brother get hit on by women who were way too old for him. These ladies were not cougars at all. Not even close. My brother is 25 and they were well into hitting 40, which is completely fine, but please leave my brother alone.

That wasn't even the most disturbing part. (I'm having flashbacks.) Many of the BF's friends have never met my family, however, they didn't fail to mention to me that my BF looks like my brother who in turn looks my dad because they are twins.

Random friend: "Oh my god, your brother and boyfriend look like they could brothers."
Me: Rolling my eyes, "Ok, no they don't, not at all. Look at them."
Random friend: "Sorry, but they look like they could be brothers."

They don't look alike, they really don't. First off, the BF is 4 inches shorter than my dad and brother. My BF is Italian and Ukrainian and my dad and brother are Polish, Hungarian and Croatian. The only common thread is that they all have good hair and blue eyes. (There I said it, you all have good hair.)

To finally put this to rest, I'm throwing up a picture of all of us from last night so you can make the call.

Do they or do they not look-a-like?