Wednesday, July 18, 2007
My childhood friend, Topanga T, opened up her rustic cabin home for my daughter's third birthday party. With Rex out of town, we kept it very small and intimate - just my mom, sister, sister's friend/boyfriend (I get confused on that one), Topanga T, Drivethru B and Stink. If anyone knows anything about Topanga Canyon, it's very much the other side of Los Angeles. We're talking "painted blue trees people walking around in hemp lots of Shakespeare plays craft festivals artsy fartsy waaaaaay alternative universe" opposite end of Los Angeles. T replaced all her year round Xmas lights with pink (leaving a few blue for Stink.) There were candles, enchiladas, sangria, homemade cake and coffee. The music? "Cinderella" on DVD - but of course. Pipsqueak scored quite cool gifts, from gloves to Barbies to the real show stopper: her own pearl necklace (made by T).
All in all? A magical evening. I shall have one for you all one day. All those wheel chair bound (and you know who you are) it's nothing a rope pulley can't fix. We'll just swing you over the fence and situate you in the tiki hut. Problem solved.