Thirty Three

30 Apr


I have been 33 years old for less than a week. Being 33 doesn’t feel much different. The double number thing tripped me out a touch because that last time I was double numbers was a pivotal year for me.  No year shaped me more to be completely transparent. Twelve days into being 22 my best friend tragically died. I vividly remember living in Santa Barbara, away from home for the first time. Trying to cope with the loss of someone I thought I would toast all of life’s happiness’s with. I was single for the first time in four years. Those factors together made being 22 a game changer. My dip for April is a cloud that follows me around my birthday every year. The last time I hugged Sarah Hurth and told her I loved her was on April 27, 2004. I always feel a little ache in my heart around my birthday because it’s the anniversary of our last moments of laughter together. I miss her every day, this time of year more than ever. You can’t enjoy the sweet without the sour.

“It’s been a long day, without you my friend, and I’ll tell you all about it when I see you again…”

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My burst for April was back to back weekends of fun. One was spent in San Francisco celebrating my college bestie’s engagement; the second was spent in San Diego surrounded by my nearest and dearest.



Mags and I met in Santa Barbara when she walked up to me and exclaimed, “You’re hot, give me your phone number”. I was singing Jay-Z at the top of my lungs while having a solo dance party. We have been best friends ever since. With life’s ups and downs our friendship remains unwavering. She has found the perfect match and I was honored to raise my glass of champagne in celebration of this magic moment. Cheers to the future Mrs. Pearl!  Mags sent me a hilarious photo that made me laugh so hard I cried. I must spread the wealth. In the history of Vogel, this photo captures the essence of me.







Sidebar: I almost missed my flight heading home. I was told that my luggage would most likely not be on my flight. Moments like these are when I think to myself that I am failing as an adult.  The struggle is real. I was shammed for my irresponsibility with late tags on my luggage. They did make it though. I felt like I won an award when they came off the conveyor belt.


Birthday Gurl

It made my heart super happy that so many long time forever friends traveled to celebrate my birthday with me. Thirty three doesn’t seem like a big deal until you’re standing next to people that traveled long distances to make you laugh and toast your birthday-ness. This birthday was exceptional. I will let the beaming smiles speak for themselves. We started at 3pm and went strong till 1:30am (way past this gal’s bed time). I laughed so hard with my oldest friend, Sarahbutt, that my abs are still recovering. The thirst is real. Happy Birthday to me!








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