"A decade ago, I never thought I would be a 23 on the verge of spontaneous combustion, woe is me."
No, sir, friends, I can no longer sing that line when I feel like I've been spread out too thin and find it acceptable to express myself over-emotionally through song, sans dance.
I am 24.
How does it feel? The same.
Anyway. Birthday weekend was an extended fun time since the Fourth of July landed on a Friday ... hooray!
Friends, family, wine and cake ... It really can't get any better than that -- oh wait, it can, throw in my wonderful boyfriend and we can call it perfect. :)
Thursday pre-birthday birthday dinner with amazing friends at Cafe des Artistes (lamb chops and wine!) in a little alley in Hollywood, followed by more drinks at the Standard in Downtown LA.
Friday birthday dinner at the Hotel Bel Air Restaurant with a flippin' fantastic bottle of a Cobos Malbec.
Saturday BBQ with the fam then off to watch Wall-e.
Here are a few cake highlights:



Thanks to everyone who celebrated with me. I love y'all. Yes, yes I do. And yes, that was a y'all.