|This is the face I make after one too many roller coaster rides. And that's how Ryan's face looks normally.|
|Making bets on when the pendulum would knock over another pin. Amer was dead on.|
And with that luck, we almost dropped everything to head to Vegas for the night.
|What I wore: Tank, H&M. Cardigan, Old Navy. Jeans, A&E. Shoes, Target.|
|It was a plaid party with all the comedians at The Laugh Factory. Apparently, Ryan knew what was up.|
This past weekend was perhaps the best birthday weekend in the history of all birthdays.
The only birthday that could rival it would be my 21st,
when I ran a 10K and immediately started taking shots at the finish line,
but I think this one takes the cake because it involved no vomiting whatsoever.
The festivities began on Friday afternoon with a late lunch at Neptune's Net in Malibu.
The ocean view was awesome, the food was yummy
(possibly the cheesiest grilled cheese I've ever eaten)
and it was the first outing with our friends, Amer and Stephanie,
who flew into town Thursday night, so the company was pretty sweet, too.
We spent the day window shopping in Malibu's "Lumberyard",
(which is definitely not a real yard full of lumber but a few blocks of crazy expensive shops)
pretending we could afford to buy things and most likely fooling no one.
Friday night, we drove up to Six Flags Magic Mountain,
where the park was reserved just for my birthday!
It was reserved for a few companies, including the one where Ryan works,
but it just so happened to land on my birthday weekend. What luck, right?
None of us had ever been to this particular Six Flags and we were pretty impressed with the number of roller coasters. Because it was a private event, the lines were pretty tiny and in the first 45 minutes or so we managed to ride 3 roller coasters.
Then, my stomach screamed and threatened to expel grilled cheese all over the ground, so we slowed things down a bit. Our favorite ride was definitely the Tatsu,
a roller coaster you ride hanging from the track by your back,
so you're essentially flying on your stomach like a superhero.
So much fun,
even though halfway through the ride I became half-paralyzed with the terrifying realization that if the harness across my chest broke, I would immediately plummet to my death.
We hung around Six Flags until nearly midnight before making the long drive home.
Saturday, I woke at the crack of dawn (as per usual) and we started our day
with lunch at The Counter in West Hollywood. Custom-built burgers? Yes, please.
Their veggie burger was delectable, and I'm pretty sure both of the boys gorged themselves on burgers and chili cheese fries. Afterward, we drove around Beverly Hills and Bel Air gawking at pretty houses and fancy gates that hid
really fancy houses and then we drove up to the
Griffith Observatory to get a bird's eye view over L.A.
If only it hadn't been quite so foggy.
After the observatory, we started heading to dinner at Don Antonio's, because only crazy people don't eat Mexican food on Cinco de Mayo.
And I never need an excuse to indulge in Mexican.
On the drive, we passed by The Laugh Factory and Amer nearly jumped out of the car in excitement because his favorite comedian was posted on the line up for that night's show.
We checked the website on our phones,
and guess who else was going to be there that night?
Dane Cook, my secret lover.
We bought tickets on the spot, ate our Mexican,
drank our festive Cinco de Mayo drinks and went to watch some hilarious comedy.
After our show ended we stayed for a bit of the midnight show, but the comics were pretty terrible. When we finally got up to sneak out (don't you hate how comedians always call out people who are leaving early?) we just happened to run into Dane Cook in the empty lobby and he posed for some pictures with us.
This was the SECOND photo-op with Dane Cook for Ryan and me.
I'm pretty sure that makes us best friends now. That's what I'm calling it, anyway.
Stay tuned for Days 3 & 4 tomorrow!