Sparkle’s thirty first birthday celebration has officially commenced, and I’m feeling a little deflated. Do I really have to wait another three hundred and sixty days until I get another one? It just seems so far away. How will I ever make it? I think I will start celebrating half birthdays. November 15th, here I come.
I think my sparkle has rubbed off on a lot of people in my life, because this birthday was full of everything amazing. I started with a house filled with thirty-one pink balloons, thirty-one love notes, and a pile of cards and gifts from friends and family. I got some of the most amazing things, and I was able to connect with most of my loved ones. Does it get any better? Of course it does….take a look:
I had to get my free Starbucks birthday latte (even if they spell my name wrong. Free is free).
Then, in what I refuse to believe is a coincidence, Pitch Perfect 2 was released. We had to go. It was a no-brainer. A sign from God.
We met up with some friends for a night out on the town, enjoying what is arguably the nicest area of San Jose: Santana Row. We had dinner, drinks, more drinks, some food, and more drinks. I could not have asked for a better birthday.
Since my mom flew out for the weekend (and because I made her eat a birthday cheeseburger with me), I thought I’d take her hiking in the hills by my house. We almost did not make it out alive, it was a little more intense than we anticipated. We didn’t realize we were climbing the clone of Mt. Everest. Don’t let these peaceful photos fool you. It was a monster. It absolutely had nothing to do with the fact that we may have drank too much the night before.