Not all about boys

My cousin/roommate/life partner, the lovely and talented Liz, turns 30 on Saturday. A bunch of her friends - and me, Meg and her sister, Danielle - are taking her out for a fantastic dinner. And maybe some fantastic drinks at a fantastic bar if she's feeling up for the task. A perfect opportunity to wear the dress I didn’t wear on NYE? Why, yes, I do believe that it is.

I want to do something fun and special and silly for Liz to celebrate the milestone. Besides make her breakfast and concoct a signature cocktail to serve to our guests (everyone is meeting at our house and driving together) and perhaps a baked good even though she's on a diet and has been so, so, so good at sticking to it. I am officially soliciting ideas for adorable celebratory birthday fun. And also present suggestions while you’re at it. Liz does this thing where she buys anything she wants immediately after she wants it and it makes buying for her very difficult. Very, very difficult.

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I am wearing the cutest headband today. I just thought you should know.

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In my other two posts about this weekend, I was far too busy going on and on and on about Alexander to mention the grilled cheese sandwich that I had for dinner on Saturday night. The same grilled cheese sandwich that I had for dinner on Saturday night when I played in the same tournament last February: lobster and brie. Hell yes, friends. I’ve been thinking about it for one entire year and it wasn’t quite how I remembered it. It was better.

And then, because I am awesome, I directed a group of my teammates to eat there after our game on Sunday morning and then received multiple text messages and emails indicating just how awesome I am for insisting that they eat this special dish at this special restaurant and you know what? They’re right. I am brilliant. And awesome.

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Who wants to see a picture of me and Lucy and Baby A?

Oh, good. Here you go:


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You know when you have something that you need to do but you’re just not doing it and it’s ridiculous that you’re not doing it and you have no reason to not do it because it will only take 5 minutes but you just go on not doing it for days and days and months?

I’ve been meaning to make an appointment with La Doctora – a new La Doctora – for a couple of months now. Finally did it. Pretty sure constantly reminding myself to make the appointment was worse than actually calling to make the appointment. And probably the appointment itself.

Slackin’ ain’t easy.