Once again, Aaron’s birthday rockin’ eve was an amazing time. There was a lot less people at this party then at years past, but it was just as much fun as they’ve always been. For those of you who don’t know, Aaron is that guy I married and his birthday is 12/31. We both used to hate that birthday date because, well, making reservations for dinner is a nightmare and most of your friends can’t hang out because they’re trying to give their partners a nice evening. So we started throwing an annual New Years Eve birthday party for people who don’t feel like celebrating New Years Eve with the masses. And it’s been our favorite day of the year ever since.
Here’s how this birthday blowout went down:
Animal masks were donned:
Megan (koala) & Aaron (giraffe), Daren (monkey) and KayLee (tiger)
Ari as the creepy horse.
The Finleyquists were together, as always:
There was much dancing:
Here’s a quicky about the my first Christmas without ANY family. The Finleys spent it with our best friend Coco Rosenquist — hence the “Finleyquistmas” name.
We spent Christmas eve with Oliver and Marianne:
Coco rocked her reindeer slippers.
The next morning, aka Christmas, I got up before everyone else, turned on our fireplace, and spent the morning with my fur babies…
Guys, can I even tell you that my birthday is coming up on Thursday, and as much as I have been DREADING turning 30, I’ve been enjoying the HELL out of the week leading up to it. This week is always crazy — two of my best friends have their birthdays days before mine, so lots of partying and good times are had. Here’s kind of a virtual brain dump of photos and memories from the past INSANE week of birthday parties and party planning.
It started with my best girl Coco’s birthday on July 2th. We spent an awesome day at the beach. I hadn’t been to Venice since I was in either Jr high or high school.
This was actually the FIRST time seeing the canals in person.
Coco, Hannah, Megan & Stephanie at the beach.
Totally pointless blog post, just to show off some recent photos.
I went to visit Coco at her work — the Santa Monica Nordstroms. I decided I needed some new clothes. Over lunch, Coco asked me what I was looking for and I told her that I’m gonna down two glasses of wine and then she just needs to bring me shit, because just TALKING about shopping was already making me anxious.
Here’s Coco pulling some shit for me and looking like a freaking model:
At one point Coco brought me a dress that was on sale, and said, “hey just try this on.” And then she left me alone. I put on this weird dress and then burst out laughing, alone in my dressing room just sputtering out “ohmygodno” over and over, while I waited for Coco to get back so she could see the hilarious hideousness for herself.
10 minutes and a lot of “ohmygodno”s later, she came back to see this:
I was even feeling the doggy love on V-day.
I don’t “do” Valentine’s Day. Yeah, I’m one of THOSE people. But, as far back as I can remember the day made me all uncomfortable and squidgy. Even when my first boyfriend got all crazy romantic and sent me flowers at school, I just felt really weird about it. Ever since then I’ve asked all boyfriends to just not do anything — just ignore it with me.
And so far Aaron’s been amazing at it. He made me something for our first Valentine’s Day (maybe he wasn’t quite sure if it was a trick or not?) and it was the best thing I’ve ever gotten and it is never to be topped. I will hopefully write a post about that later, when I’m not laying in bed about to go to sleep.
And one other year he bought me silly stupid crap just to make me laugh. He went shopping with his best friend who asked, “aren’t you going to get in trouble for that?” Ha.
But this year, this year was all crazy different…
This Thanksgiving I chose my outfit according to maximum eating potential — jeggings (elastic waist band ftw!) with an empire waisted flowy top that was ALREADY stained, so I didn’t have to worry about spilling anything. I am a total winner.
After reading Facebook updates from so many family members and friends about how they’re spending the entire day in the kitchen, cooking various and yummy things. I realized that I am REALLY thankful that I won’t ever be expected to make some sort of Thanksgiving meal for anyone. And that I, forever, get to show up and eat delicious foods that other, more capable people, have prepared.
So mahalo to those other family members and friends who have and will continue to feed me Thanksgiving meals. And a special mahalo goes out today to my second mother, Meg Wolf, and her family full of chefs who were in charge of feeding me yesterday.
This is a crappy cell phone photo of (from L – R) Ari, Aaron, Amy and Stephanie, actually using the room that NEVER gets used at the Wolf’s. Crazy times.
Here are some of my favorite quotes from yesterday:
“I think I just took a picture of myself when I answered the phone!” -Meg
Me: So you think you’re going to be work on Christmas day!?
Ari: We’re a bunch of Jews opening up a Vietnamese restaurant… why wouldn’t we be open on Christmas?
And here is just a super cute photo of my boys on Thanksgiving morning.
Hope you all had happy Thanksgivings… I’m going to go eat leftovers now.
Coco and me in the car.
I was hired to shoot a wedding in San Francisco last weeked. The drive to the bay area went swimmingly. Before I left I swung by Samy’s camera to pick up my Canon 50D
that errored out on me
during my first wedding and I was a happy camper with my camera back, my best friend and second shooter by my side and everything looking up.
Coco and I stayed the night at a friend’s place in San Jose. We went out to dinner. I had two margaritas and got trashed. And when we got back from the restaurant my shoe broke! The sole of my black boots just came off completely. And then it was all downhill from there…
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