E had an oddly scheduled, mid-week test, which meant that we had a four-day weekend right before our anniversary. My in-laws were gracious enough to put up with D$ for a few days (Steve and Marilyn, we owe you one!), so we headed to sunny LA to spend some time with with Cass and J. In case you need a refresher, Cass is my former co-worker, Matron of Honor and matchmaker extraordinaire.
This trip couldn't have come at a better time. I needed a time-out from some impending career decisions and E needed a break from learning about ridiculous crap that he'll never have to know when he's actually a doctor. Here are a couple of snapshots from the trip -- it was, without a doubt, one of the best trips we've ever taken. The only things we had to worry about were: 1) what time happy hour started 2) making my maiden voyage to Pure Barre and 3) snagging some chairs at the pool.
The only photo of Cass and I from the whole weekend is TERRIBLE (and I'm refusing to post it). Probably because our husbands were too busy taking ridiculous photos of themselves (see below). Or, it could have been because we killed happy hour at Fig. Luckily, I ended up with one slightly-in-focus photo. Of my cocktail. It had a jalapeño. It was delicious, especially when followed up with two bottles of prosecco.
The rest of our trip was filled with hiking, sunbathing at the gym and a happy hour trip to Bouchon in Beverly Hills (home of the world's best grilled cheese and tomato soup). Sidenote: Equinox in Century City is legit. All gyms should have valet parking and a pool where waiters bring beer to your lounge chair.
We spent Sunday (our actual anniversary and my mother-in-law's birthday) at brunch with E's family and snacking on the top tier of our wedding cake, which miraculously made it half-way across the country and was no worse for the wear.
C and J, thank you so much for putting up with us -- can't wait for you and Cosmo to head back to the East coast.