Thursday, October 17, 2013

Turning 30 Photo Book

My sister Jackie finally caught up to me by turning 30. For the next four and a half months, it will seem like we are only a year apart instead of 1.58 and I like that because I don't feel so old.

Jackie's itinerary consisted of a morning hike, storytellers at Nokia Theatre in the evening, and a night with her girls. Doesn't sound too crazy? That's because mature females have outgrown the need to get crunk every weekend. Instead, our life revolves around seizing the moment with the special people in our lives.

Birthday wake-up call. We don't look a day over 12!
Before we headed out, I went to the bank to turn in my pre-qualified home loan papers. My budget is so low, though, that I don't know why I even bother trying. I told the representative that I'm going to have to marry rich if I want a decent house. That's when he quoted, "The first time you marry for love. The second for money." Damn. I'm so behind. I'm really never going to have the house of my dreams. But I'll stop whining now. I don't want Jackie to lose hope so early into her 30's.


Let the hiking at Eaton Canyon Waterfall in Pasadena begin!
Scawy.
The besties, Jackie and Jackie, taking the lead.
Yeah!
The parents. A que cute!
"Eaton Canyon Falls, 1/2 mile straight that way. Life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness are right here...please help protect it."
Photo-op.
My dad acted like a kid.
Monkey see, monkey do.
Taking in the beauty...


Jackie requested champagne...
...but I decided that mimosas would be better.
With the bestie.
With the sissy.
The 30-somethings.
Daddy's little girl.
Rare but beautiful moment.
30 looks great on her!
La familia.
The hiking posse.

Had to include my masterpiece.
Daddy and Jackie.
After four or five mimosas, you bet I was dancing instead of hiking.
We eventually ate her face.
Bestie to Jackie: You look mature.
Bestie to me: You look young.
Me: Happy heart.
Jackie's idea of fun. Don't judge. Omg. I had the BEST drink here, a Washington Apple. I'd never had one before. I highly recommend it. 
Sexy bitches seeking rich partners. If you meet the requirement, leave your info below.  
I told ya we was sexy.
 
I have to pause and explain something here. "Clubbing" in your 30's with your single ladies isn't all fun and games anymore. After dancing and drinking for a while, you are guaranteed a short detour into Bitterness Lane. This is where you detest all the couples bumping and grinding while you sit or stand watching them. Also, it is where one loses faith in the future when the single people of the opposite sex are ten years younger and wearing over-sized tee shirts with graffiti art and baseball caps. It is through this stretch of the night that you will hear such things as, "I waited this long, I ain't settling now." In the discussion that will ensue while resting your feet, you'll learn that you are hit on by younger guys because you appear so youthful yourself. Although ideally you want an established 30-something with a mansion, you will not be able to deny that, "24 years olds are sweet." And just like any other good vent, the conversation will end on the dance floor before the club calls it a night.

Despite the whining, I am loving my 30s. I hope Jackie does too.
Happy Birthday, Little Sis! I hope you find love and happiness this decade, along with a bomb-ass career that'll help you pay for the mortgage-like tuition bill USC will leave you with in two years. That, or a millionaire husband. Oh yeah, don't forget to travel too.

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