I turn 31 on Saturday. I can’t believe I’m already one year deep into my 30’s. 30 has been pretty effing fantastic for me. I’m calmer, wiser, and funnier…and I traveled a ridiculous amount.
Here’s one thing I haven’t accomplished by 30: I still can’t take a sip of whiskey without cringing. And there is a part of me that will never feel like a true Southern woman until I can truly enjoy drinking whiskey or bourbon – this is my Everest.
Anywho, this year’s festivities will take place at the beach (must have water) and will be a dual celebration with a fellow Cancerian. I wanted to call it “A Mexican and A White Girl”, but when the invites were sent out, they didn’t reflect my suggestion. What cabrones.
In honor of my new decade, I want to recount the day upon whence (is that a word?) I entered this journey, since I never documented it on my blog. I had been living in Spain last year (yawn, I know you guys are so over me talking about Madrid) and arrived back home just in time for my anniversaire, (I speak French, too) and my bestie Mica had planned a surprise weekend getaway in Austin with all my homies. She’s the best.
Saturday = River Day
While we’re waiting for everyone in the Wal-Mart parking lot (“you can’t miss us – we’re the huge group with the white van and a bunch of unicorns”), I get my final surprise – CHARLIE
Prepare for a photo onslaught~
This is what we do while we wait on the group to get there…
gotta slap the bag when you’re done
…of epic awesomeness
everybody move to the back of the bus
then we got held up on the way out cause someone coming in broke their axle on the cattle guard.
por fin, el rio
While writing this, I was listening to that Owl City song with Carly Rae (don’t judge) and it was actually quite fitting. If you would like the true experience, listen to the song below and read this post again – it’s pretty much our theme song to life