Best. Party. Ever.
Three nights, four days, fifteen friends, and one license to completely relax and party.
My thirtieth birthday was — and this is not hyperbole — the *best party I’ve ever had. * Ever.
Five weeks have already gone by and I still swoon with delight when I think of it.
Last night at the cabin-of-freedom-from-adult-life!
The scene: Lincoln City — an Oregon coastal town full of posh rental houses. A winter quasi-weekend in January gave us pick of the litter. Our cabin came complete with hot tub, fantastic lounge area, awesome bedrooms, and a kitchen designed to feed crowds.
We did nothing and everything and I could easily spend several weekends a year hitting the repeat button. The food was (mostly) healthful and fantastic. The adult beverages plentiful, diverse, and delightful. The activities both languorous and hilarious — from Cards Against Humanity to Dirty Catch Phrase to Amy’s Special Trivia to beach walks to a few hours out at karaoke… It was like childhood summer vacation, but with all the power of the adult world.
I wish I could turn 30 every year! ♣
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