Anyone who knows me knows I LOVE birthdays. Mine especially. Growing up, I was always allowed to invite as many guests as I was years old. Dwindling down my plethora of valued friends to the small number of cherished guests was the hardest task I was tasked with the entire year. So this year I have milked my birthday for all it is worth. All I can say is hooray for adulthood and setting your own rules.
I started it off by celebrating my actual birthday with these lovely ladies in Las Vegas. We lounged by the pool and took over the town. It was memorable to say the very least. Very, very memorable.
Upon my return I commandeered most of the weekend as my official birthday. Which started by my taking over our beach hang out and designating it as officially my day of birth celebration (thanks guys for being so understanding). If you are in the area, the train ride to Rockaway Beach is so worth the commute. Discovering that as a New Yorker I still have easy access to the ocean and white sand beaches really does a lot for my little west coast heart. The people I went with also have the same effect on my heart as ocean air. I am very, very lucky to have them in my life for more reasons than I can list on a simple blog.