|The parties started a week ahead of time--dinner at Mark and Dina's. Sonny's not really drinking coffee--"it's just milky."|
|They sent me home with a whole cake|
|Dinner the next night at Ron and Joanne's--they always have the best cocktails and snacks|
|Their neighbor's dog hangs out with them on their patio.|
|You could call it crostata, but "half-assed pie" is funnier.|
|It was a crappy pool day on the day-of, so we went to Galer Vineyards behind Longwood Gardens to see what they're all about.|
|Huntress Red was our favorite|
|Although everybody (including Craig LaBan) is buzzing about their rose' right now--I liked that one too.|
|Dinner at the Blue Pear--we all had the lobster roll, except for Leslie who had the pulled pork sandwich which was worth it for the provolone cheese alone.|
|My mom made a triple layer chocolate-vanilla-chocolate cake. Each time we photographed it, we made sure the slanted/falling over side faced away from the camera. You can't tell, right?|
|I still find horoscopes from past birthdays in the bottom of drawers in tiny purse pockets. I used to tape them up in my bedroom mirrors.|
Not much to say about turning thirty. It's not depressing--the only depressing thing around here is the back to school grind. Still completely confounded that I've committed myself to a lifetime of my personal hell (ie, school). I HATE school. Everyday I wake up totally mystified that I'm still there. How did I mess up one of the biggest components of my life? Who grows up saying, "I HATE x-y-and-z" and then goes, "Ok, let me make a career of it"? Idiocy.
Changing that is the biggest thing on my radar for my 30th year. Whatever it takes, I will NOT be going "back to school" on my 31st birthday. Nope. Not gonna do it. This is it. The last time. Never again. NEVER again.
Maybe if I type it here, I'll get it to happen.