Turning 35 was awesome. My best friend from Vanderbilt, Carolyn, surprised me by flying in from LA for the weekend! She, Shanny, and Andy planned together and I had NO idea. We went shopping, to the Picasso to Warhol exhibit at the High, out to dinner, and then my first ever trip to Johnny's Hideaway! My parents were rockstars and babysat the kids all weekend.
The only bad part was Sunday when I remembered how old I am. I can still party like in my college days; but now it hurts a lot more the next day. You might think I am too old to behave in such an immature way, but you'd be wrong.
