My birthday weekend!!! was. amazing. I am in another post-trip depression. Or a major sugar crash. I ate dessert all day on my birthday. I don’t even know where to start.
How about we start with this set-up at the Denver airport? Are you kidding me? Is there anything better than one of these stick-your-head-through-thingys? What the eff are they called and why aren’t they everywhere?? Can you see my attractive clear splint taking up half of my mouth? Just lie and say ‘no’. Or tell me how cute I look.
All I could think about while we were in Beverly Hills was Kit from Pretty Woman saying, “Reg….Bev….Wil”. And also the entire Pretty Woman movie. I was too scared to set foot in Tiffany to get my ring cleaned (totes Tiff, yo) for fear of them laughing and saying, “What are you saying!? Your ring would get lost in our machine! It only cleans giant 4-carat stones!” And when I imagine them saying this I imagine a British man’s voice.
The Beverly Hilton bathtubs are gigantic. I know what you’re thinking because it’s what I was thinking the entire time. Scott showed me the outside of Whitney’s room and the moment we stepped out of the elevator on the 4th floor I got a really creepy, scary feeling. It was not the most relaxing bath experience either because I kept falling under water and, well, ugh this is sounding terribly morbid. BUT the bathroom had a TV so I spent a lot of time standing in the fancy bathroom watching E! wearing their fancy Hilton robe. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted to marry a robe so bad.
I pledge allegiance to the converse flag. This was just damn cool.
Doesn’t this make you feel all sparkly romantic? Like, seriously I wanted to hide under the pier and run around in the sand and eat cotton candy. But it was dark, scary, and a lot of homeless people wander around under there so we stayed above ground and watched people make bad decisions. Like eating at the Bubba Gump restaurant. Or buying their name painted on a grain of rice. I did see trapeze lessons though! That’s on my list for next year because you have to sign up in advance. How fun!
I ran on the beach the morning of my birthday and passed by a muscle beach situation; crazy naked dudes everywhere working out on a huge adult playground. Rings, ropes, pull-up bars, you name it. I was too chicken shit to jump on the rings. The naked dudes really intimidated me. And I was sort of afraid of dying because two of them started fighting. Or maybe that was their way of motivating one another? I did not stay to find out. But I did stop to take a picture of the rings if that counts. OH and before I bailed I did some dips on the wall because I couldn’t leave without doing something. I probably walked around this area for 15 minutes just wishing I had the balls to stay and work out with the naked guys. Or, the buff guys who were naked. You get the picture.
I was alone during the day on my birthday because Scott was working so I sat at True Food’s bar and got drunk on kale aid (kale, ginger, lemon, and magic, I believe). The blue nail polish was only a test, by the way. Don’t go thinking I don’t know how to paint my nails. I did however go back and buy this color at Fred Segal because it’s freaking fabulous! And so is Fred effing Segal.
Next door to my hotel lived the most amazing nursery. I could have died when I saw their succulent wall. They were all wishing me a happy birthday in this photo, see? Hi guys!
This dude totally belted out a solo happy birthday song. And it was fantastic.
And another dessert. Only 30 minutes after that chocolate mousse thing happened. At a different restaurant.
I’m officially in a food coma! I can’t wait to WOD this week and really feel the effects of turning another year older! And eating too much dessert.
So far 35 is lookin’ good!