Snaps For Sonoma

by lcjonesla

“How old are you turning this year? 32?”

I nearly passed out.

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No, this was not a joke.

Sweet mother of pearl.

Get the dermatologist on speed dial and call me an UBER to Bedford Dr.

I considered throwing myself onto Wilshire, but realized I would miss out on the numerous birthday activities I had scheduled (Rufus, and brunch) in honor of my increasing age.

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While some thought I looked mature for my age, others treated me as a pre-teen peasant, which is OK on most days, but not on my DOB.

I love eating.

In fact, it is my favorite hobby.
Allegedly, one of the best places to eat in Santa Monica is at Capo.

Jordan surprised me, and made a reservation there on night one of the birthday festivities.

To say we were treated poorly in an understatement.

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After reservations were made at 8:15pm (on a Thursday), we didn’t sit down until 8:45, and didn’t have dinner until 9:50.

I’m all about a long dinner, especially when wine is involved, but our waitress who didn’t even entertain us with a hint of hospitality commanded:

“Which wine did you pick?”

No greeting, nothing.

We may as well have been at McDonald’s.

Except the cost was McDonald’$$$$ with a French burgundy.

Tears were shed during the dessert soufflé, and 27 was not turning out the way I planned.

My wonderful boyfriend planned a nice evening and it was dampened by the service.

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I’ll continue with the positive.

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We shuffled to K-town for Rufus, and woke up on Saturday to a beautiful but BURR day in Brentwood, and hit Montana for my favorite breakfast on my DOB.

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We bopped to Sonoma Wine Garden, and let me just say, it was

Fantastic.

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Take note, Capo.

Best staff, host, waiter. #snapstosonoma

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I had my flowers brought in by the talented artist Michelle from the Larchmont Village Florist, and all was grand on Saturday, December 3rd.

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We met up with Carms and Hone for the tuna cones and my all-time favorite smoked salmon pizza, and once again, I felt like a stuffed turkey.

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On Sunday, We made it to HP, trimmed the tree, and hung out with G.

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Bailey attempted to steal the spotlight from me by lunging for the cheese ball, but was unsuccessful.

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While there’s still a sting with the number, I feel #blessed by all of the love I received on my DOB.

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Thank you all, for making it that much nicer getting old AF.

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Xx,

Giggles

p.s. Thank you Carms for the Nespresso.