celebrating love with a backyard soirée
celebrating love with a backyard soirée
We wake up with barely a hangover. Win! Refuel with a little morning java and enjoy our patio before getting ready for the day and more importantly, before our limo arrives.
It’s time for a Sonoma recap! I have so many pictures, it’s taken a bit to edit them, filter them, put them away for awhile and then revisit. Here we go!
A little pre-flight stretching while waiting for our early morning flight in MPLS. It doesn’t really matter where we go and for how long, I love traveling with this man. Nothing but memories and adventure!
Brett and I arrived in San Francisco on Tuesday & planned to meet up with the rest of the crew Wednesday morning. In cost-effective fashion, we booked the cheapest hotel we could find. Turns out the cheapest hotel in San Fran at that time was ten minutes from the airport, Hotel Focus. I’m not sure what they were focusing on because this was a less than basic hotel, and by basic I mean, not entirely sanitary. There were mattresses leaned up against the wall along the hallway. The “continental” breakfast had about 4 cheese danishes that may or may not have been expired. I will say this, we knew going in that it was not going to be the average hotel experience. I think we overestimated it, still. We both slept with one eye open, wearing flip flops. Our feet do not touch the ground while we are there. Necessary precautions were taken.
A syncing of photos from the iPhone to the Air reminded me I had a story I wanted to post. Over Christmas holiday, I was reunited with my five close girlfriends from high school. Most of them attend our annual girl’s trip. We had a 2-hour time span where our schedules would overlap and we could spend some time connecting. It was decided, a midweek brunch at The Kenwood. Fresh snow had fallen and we stomped our way into this beautifully-decorated dining spot.
Plaid wall paper, horse hooks for your coat and mismatched framed art with vintage lamps.
In true Minnesotan form, we wore “your-car-might-get-stuck-in-the-snow-and-you-have-to-walk” boots of all kinds. A staple in any Midwestern girl’s wardrobe.
The great part about this group is, we can be literally ANYWHERE and fully appreciate the time we spend together. We will laugh on the side of the street in Vancouver. Bundle up in white bathrobes and be morally supportive of the tallest girl singing “Bohemian Rhapsody” to a half-empty room on a cruise ship. Enjoy a day drinking shopping spree in downtown Chicago. We can be anywhere, at any time, and enjoy every moment of it.
In true fashion, brunch was spectacular. We dined on a handful of delicious plates, I had an Omelette Florentine and we all toasted to friendship and forward momentum.
And what happens after we dine + cheers? We laugh and pass around Carla’s beautiful wedding ring (does AJ know this is a tradition?) as we talk about the future and everything we are looking forward to.
These ladies make me whole again. Cheers to a new year and another year of being blessed with these girlfriends.
Carla (Florida), Molls (Minn), Meg (Colorado), Rach (Georgia), Kates (Arizona), and me
So incredibly happy,
Other creative outlets have consumed me… but I’m back to blogging. Let’s talk about NYC for a minute. What a beautiful place! We made 72 hours an adventure, chasing the subway, laughing, doing it all.
a few of my favorite images.
Fresh off a 6am American Airlines flight and feeling like a pair of travel ninjas.
A brief pause at Starbucks.. we felt it was appropriate considering the locals had one gripped in their right hand at all times. #caramelmacchiato
Walking around at night is a whirlwind, people everywhere & buildings as tall as the stars.
95% of the time we walked the streets, everywhere, these boots aren’t half as comfortable as my purple New Balance kicks.
The entire underground subway system was amazing, efficient, and the only way we’d travel.
SuperDry is a brand we love – smack dab in the middle of Times Square it sits. #shoppingspree
NYC was our first adventure using airbnb – which rocks. We stayed in a highrise apt and shared the space with a woman from France, a couple from England and a younger gal from Vancouver. We had our own bedroom, shared everything else – what a perfect central spot to be able to affordably stay while in and out at all hours. The host is a middle aged man : extremely personable and ended up buying us drinks at a little place he DJ’s… The Crooked Knife. NYC, we’ll be back, many times!
High five to Amacci for proving himself worthy with this song. (more about him later)
One more selife to complete the adventure. The last two standing. Waiting on the tram platform to take us to SeaTac.
I’m going to miss getting coffee-to-go and dancing in the streets. Giggling and taking the sights in. Dayshopping in Gastown and sampling pastries at Nelson the Seagull. Dining at The Lamplighter … Vancouver, it’s been real.
Molly landed next. Then Katie. And the three of us jumped on the Light Link Rail and rode the tram all the way to International District/Chinatown. The Amtrak station is located there and would hold our bags for a measly $4 while we explored downtown Seattle. The weather is stunning, sun shines and a cool breeze blows.
The first order of business was a drink. And soon. We asked a passerby where a good local watering hole is located and they recommended FX McRorys around the corner. We hightailed it there and found a spot at a high top. The bar was insanely impressive. I tried to take a pano but there was just too much. Any liquor you could ever want, in every flavor and infusion. There was a ladder to reach the top shelf bottles. A round of Long Islands were in order and truly appreciated.
We anxiously awaited Carley’s arrival and when she showed up, we were that much closer to a full crew. Giggles, drinks, and a few too-garlicky apps were consumed before we blew that pop stand. There may have been a desperate q-tip session in there prior to departure. Sometimes it’s a seriously necessary action, even when smack dab in the middle of a Seattle bar.
Off we went, walking blocks and blocks to Pikes Place Market. Fresh flowers, produce, and amazing pastries everywhere! We were on stimulation overload and slightly tipsy.
There was a little ice cream place called Shy Giant Frozen Yogurt. The flavors were ridiculous. I settled for Honey Lavender and Pistachio. Both if which were divine. Totally worth the $6 price tag.
A spot I stopped last year for cherries was still there, although no cherries this year. He did have some sort of plum grape hybrid that tasted a bit like coconut and greatness.
We shopped more, people watched even more, and surprise surprise, ended up at Von’s Gustrobistro for mimosas and my randomly chosen vodka martini.
Megan was due to get in any minute now. As we were paying our tab, she called and told us the airline lost her luggage. That is the worst case scenario for the situation we had since timing was crucial. She ended up spending the night in Seattle with some friends and waited for her luggage. In the morning she’ll jump on the bus and meet us in Couve’.
The time was getting closer to train departure so we headed towards Kings Street Station. Due to the fact we’ve all been traveling nonstop, we grabbed a little caffeine pick me up at Zeitgeist Coffee. Cutest condiment bar ever.
The Amtrak Station was packed. The train was sold out. Not a seat left. We were late to the party (surprised?) and very near the back of the line. We waited our turn and by the time we got on the train, there was no chance in hell we would find four seats together. We split up and hoped to rearrange once the dust settled.
Half hour into the journey of a 4.25 hour train trek, we finagled seats near each other. We munched on farmers market finds, tried to sit comfortably, and giggled for a large part of our journey. Sometimes louder than our train car mates were happy with. Towards hour 3.5, I was so tired my eyes wouldn’t stay open. So while Molly and I tried to snooze, K and C were the responsible ones. They filled out (and forged) our Declaration Forms and signatures. (thanks mamas!)
Arrival into Vancouver was as disorganized as ever, luggage stacked outside the train cars, wheelchairs everywhere, people moving like a giant mass towards border patrol and the special people with the stamps that make our passports look more like scrapbooks. We made it through, no strip searches this time. Our apartment was a five-minute walk from the station.
A property manager let us in, at midnight, and showed us up to our apartment on the 16 floor. Walking like zombies, we peeked at the rooms, divvied up the bedrooms and called it a night. The dark sky didn’t show us much of the view but there were shadows, and a cool breeze, and you could hear water, so we were optimistic….
Goodnight from ‘Couve!