It’s not a party until someone takes a dump of the floor. Okay, don’t worry; it was neither me nor one of my girlfriend’s who did that. That would be gross. Maximus the pug had a rough week, he’s actually had a rough past few months, but he pulled through to celebrate his big day.
I quite prefer having this whole joint birthday thing, because then it became more about him and less about me. The denimdenimdenim theme was a success, to the point that random friends we ran into later that day seemed disappointed that they didn’t get the denim memo. It’s a easy theme since everyone has something denim in their closet and photos just look better when everyone is kinda matchy matchy. What a great, chill birthday celebration. Of course we found a way to trash up the chicest brunch place in town. This is the kind of establishment where fashionable ladies lunch and have baby showers galore. I had a birthday party for my pug.
This is just the stage of life I’m in so just go with it ok? I always say I don’t ever want to have a wedding and it’s simply because of the planning and formality. I love that I had a birthday party that was so easy to plan, because I didn’t have to! This place was spectacular and I had such a great time with my closest friends… at brunch…which I love. I’m a girl of course I love brunch:) Maximus actually seemed to enjoy himself, feeling energized running around getting loads of attention. He was at the vet for 2 straight days at the end of this week and I was genuinely concerned that he wasn’t going to make it to my birthday. We laughed at brunch how a denim funeral didn’t have nearly the same ring to it. Morbid, I know. I have come to realize that I love the celebrations that bring friends together, I just don’t like having to plan it. My friends made me mad of course by bringing presents even though I beg them to not. I get it, it’s tradition, but I really feel like people’s time is more valuable and I spend so much time alone, I am so satisfied just getting such great quality time with people I love. I will say, even though I insisted my friends not get me gifts, they all did and all nailed it.
I have shared some of the photos we have on our icloud. Unfortunately, no one was able to capture the moment Maximus took a dump in the corner of the gorgeous garden patio. I can’t blame him. Between the excitement, the grilled chicken breast, the gluten-free pupcake and his presents, it was probably just sensory overload. It was a really fun, super laid back party, followed by frozen Moscow mules on the best rooftop bar where 3 different groups of friends mortified me singing the happy birthday song. I really get uncomfortable when people sing that song. Where do I look? Eye contact is difficult. I chose to awkwardly dance around and take a bow. My friend Steven loved our denim look so much he wrote an email to Levis corporate letting them know he thinks our photo would make a great denim ad. They actually wrote back kindly letting him down. Then I accidentally replied all to the email, not realizing Levis was still on there, laughing about how they think we aren’t model material. Levis wrote me back not too happy about my joke. All of this over a denim photo. It’s pretty cute though check it out:)