If you were stuck on a deserted island… just kidding. These aren’t things I would choose to surround myself with necessarily, however they did make up the better part of my late summer. Mild exercise by way of posing for pictures (and always forgetting to turn in partially sideways and suck in.. Miss Universe style), a boat load of parties and some experimental food I made my sister try.
My buddy Anthony turned thirty and I was on the party planning committee. Several hours at JoAnna’s fabric later I emerged with the makings for an India/Weiner Dog/plant party. Hey, he is a master of many things.
Did you notice how I misspelled Birthday when I was stringing up the paper-on-paper-on-ribbon cards? The party was in full swing for a solid hour before a third-grade-teacher friend of ours spotted the transposing. Oops.
30 is smart.
I wore a skirt that was too small because I got it for $9. After its hip clinging debut it got exiled to Alisa’s closet. I pretended I was a size 2. Hips don’t lie.
Alisa came to visit on a school night (scandalous!) so we could watch the Anastasia movie I had netflixed. I needed my Russia research okay? That is a very factually accurate story.
I made her tofu stuffed shells. Did that just blow your mind? They were pretty good. I lifted the idea from Eat Live Run.
- Shells
- Spaghetti Sauce
- Spinach
- Tofu
- EVOO
- Nutritional Yeast
- Italian Seasoning
- Garlic
We also made hummus but subbed cannellini beans and added goat cheese. Like crack. I assume. I’ve never actually had crack but I think it’s safe to say it’s like a really good appetizer with lots of garlic.
My pal Jessica also had a birthday and it was a perfect excuse to wear a party dress.
Meanwhile another pal was in the process of LEAVING TO LIVE IN ENGLAND! How cool is that? She is at a boarding school that is hundreds of years old and wears blazers with patches and says things like ‘Brilliant!’ We had to commemorate her leaving for such a worthy cause.
Miss you already my friend!
Then I saw the flaming lips in concert and got to run all around in front of and behind stage thanks to a connected HS friend I have. This show is a hoot. It’s like a cross between a rock concert and a little kid’s birthday party (confetti, balloons, costumes, streamers, sing-alongs)
And I went to a wedding where goofiness was had. Times ten.
have you ever noticed how goofiness and flattering photos are always at odds? me too. worth it. See you in a few weeks with an update on my trip across the pond/world.
woohoo!
