Hah! Snuck that in on ya, didn’t I? (Most of you, that is….) I’m 32. And may I say that I LOVE my thirties? The twenties were cool. But the thirties rock.
And that dinner party? Yep, it was a birthday party. And I’m gonna photoblog it, because really, who doesn’t like a photoblog?
It was…. ready for it? Awesome. You know how I worried and fretted and stressed? Two people kept me sane and made my party fun for me — my sister Christy and my friend Marama. Christy came early and went shopping with me (and paid for the Safeway run even though she shouldn’t have). Then she came home with me and started cutting up things and didn’t stop for a LONG time. She gathered blackberries for the fruit salad, and chopped heaps of things like garlic and tomatoes and other things needing chopping. She made things pretty while I showered and fretted. Then Marama came over with her daughter Kalea (who was the best party favor EVER; I wish you could all have Kalea at your parties). Marama took over backstage. Every time I looked, I caught her wiping something down or washing something with nice soapy water. I felt awful about it, but she kept smiling and pushing me back into the mingling fray, with sweet wishes for me to have fun.
Which I did.
I had SO much fun. I couldn’t decide who to invite, so I invited a select group of my favorites from all the different segments of my life. I think thirty or forty people filtered through the house over the course of the night, which went from five till almost midnight. And I loved looking around and seeing A from work talking to B from the bar, who actually knows C from knitting, but didn’t know that they both knew D from high school. Much, much laughter. I tried to mingle as best I could, but I would find myself deep in conversation with one person, only to realize I was neglecting a whole group. Then I just decided to never mind it and keep having fun.
Without further delay:
Marama and daughter Kalea, setting up for the party.
Kalea with my sister Christy. Kalea fell in love with her, and fast. But who wouldn’t?
I am so happy it’s my birthday!
Strange people were doing odd things with my camera:
It was at this point that I gave my camera to Kalea, and appointed my five-year old friend my staff photographer. It thrilled her to her sandals to have such an important job, and I got a brand new look at my house. Like my purse, for example:
The best part was how people had to bend down to her level. (This picture made me howl.)
She took lots and lots of pictures of her feet. I don’t think this was on purpose.
Some photos are centered:
Some are not so centered:
Scary thing is I don’t know whose hand this is around my waist:
My favorite boy Winter was there, seen here with Kira (in her fab new tank):
My dude is WAY high on sugar:
I, on the other hand, have had a LOT of champagne (seen here with Don, of the Dude sweater):
Kalea’s still snapping shots, but now people are coming down to her level:
And even posing for her!
I think Kalea might have gone a little sugar-happy too (or it might have been the booze), because the shots become at this point more avant garde:
My pre-Marathon gams, in my fabulous Diner Floor shoes:
Finally the camera is reliquinshed at the end of the night, and we’re looking at a very happy Kalea:
And some of my favorite gals are still hanging out at the end of the night:
It was the best birthday party EVER. Oh! The clock just clicked over to Monday! Officially, happy birthday to me!
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