Greetings. I hope I haven't kept you waiting too long! I do hope you are all feeling well, or if you're not, I hope you go find yourself a great big barrel of hugs and fall into it until you're good and smothered in happy-go-lucky free-and-easy lightness.
To ring in my 21st year on this blue rock I call home, a lovely group of friends gathered for cocktails, appetizers, and karaoke in style. Mad Men style that is. It was thoroughly delightful. And can I just say that everyone looked smashing??? I'll post pictures later.
My first drink? Mint Julip. Whiskey on the rocks with a sprig of fresh mint? Yes please.
Well, technically my first drink as a 21 year old was a dirty martini, which I drank at approximately 12:04 a.m. yesterday morning. Happy birthday to me!
The party was smashing, the people were gorgeous, the music was infectious, and the conversation delightful.
It was also the last day Geoff Ramler and Dylan Uremovich, two beloved friends of mine, were to be in Arizona. So, at the end of the night, amidst the smiles and laughs brought about by a certain tone-deaf karaoke performer, the gravity of the departure sank in. Tears and hugs and kisses ensued.
It was a bittersweet ending to a perfect birthday.
