Tombstone + Pasta + Wine = A Pretty Great Night

I hope you agree. And if not, then you might be reading the wrong blog.

Things are happening around here. Good things.

And I’m not just talking about my new lipstick, which I love. (In case you care- it’s Chanel. It’s part of their Rouge Allure line and the color is “Incandescente.” In short, it’s amazing!)

Summer has been lovely, but I can feel the [Santa Ana] winds changing and I’m happy. I’ve had a great few months, but they have nothing on what’s to come. So far, as I have mentioned on numerous occasions, 30 has been mighty fine. Apart from the pressure I feel to apply a heavier night cream, not much has changed. Except for the fact that I have a great introductory sentence to all opinions…”Now that I’m 30 years old…*

So apart from spending my nights eating pasta, drinking wine, and watching Tombstone, what has changed? For the first time in MONTHS I feel like cooking. And even more surprisingly, I have the urge to put on my sneakers and run. I recognize that most people are more active in the summer than any other time of the year. But for me, the opposite is true — I just want to sit in the sun and drink margaritas.** Now that the first signs of fall are starting to appear, I feel like I’m waking up from a long, lazy hibernation.

And it feels so good.

*I recognize that this is going to get old. Quick. But now that I’m 30, I don’t care.

**Note: I WANT to do this. It doesn’t mean I necessarily do.

The Grass Is Sometimes Greener (On The Other Side of 30)

So far, being 30 has been downright swell. Things kicked off nicely with a night out in Little Italy, followed by a night out in La Jolla with too much beer and just enough pool, a birthday bash, and finally a trip to Mission Viejo for a Fantasy Football Draft.

Two days have passed since the weekend, and I’m still utterly exhausted. But content. And that can’t ever be bad.

I have some recipes to share, but today I just feel like posting some pictures from my birthday party. I had some amazing friends show up, and some even more amazing friends show up and help (I’m looking at you Adam, Scott, Trevor, Brynne and family!)

In case you can’t tell, there was a Roaring Twenties theme to the night. The music was swinging, the champagne was popping, and the ladies and gents were dressed to the nines. It was an incredibly fun evening (and early morning).

Who doesn’t love a good mustache?

So.Much.Food.

Cream puffs, drunken cherry brownies.

Chocolate cupcakes with espresso frosting. Amazing.

Pomegranite Champagne Punch (in addition to plenty of wine, beer and other mixed drinks)

These handsome gents TRANSFORMED my backyard. They strung the lights, rearranged furniture/pots/bbq and raked all the leaves. Amazing.

I wish men wore tuxes more often!

I think we need to bring fans back into fashion. They’re both pretty and useful!

Dark Red and Black Dahlias (in old wine bottles…something I have no shortage of) were placed all around the house and yard

It was an amazing evening, and I’m so happy to have such lovely friends. Unfortunately I only snapped photos of a tiny fraction of the people there, but everyone’s presence was appreciated! Champagne and photos don’t mix. Good life advice, I should say.

Young Hearts Be Free Tonight

Alright, so I’m going to pretend that the past month I’ve been engaging in some sort of European, month-long vacation and that’s why I’ve been so absent. One can dream…

In the meantime, on this, the last day of my Twenties, I’m going to be listening (and dancing) to this song. Over and over.

See ya on the other side of 30!