Tales
barely breathing through birthdays
September started as it ended: raging. Lynn vowed that Terren's Fifth was our last rager. 20 pounds of beef ribs pounded and marinated for 24 hours, 3 platters of party sushi, beer, scotch and whiskey for 90 of our friends, and a pitfire guitar playing party until midnight. Adults drank like they did pre-kids and kids ended up tattooed all over, roasted fruit on sticks (cause we don't have marshmallows). Between celebrating Terren, kayak camping and bioluminescence in Tomales Bay, 5 friends' birthday celebrations, grandparents in Walnut Creek, Khanh and Auston visiting from Seattle, and transitioning into kindergarten, we had little time to breathe. Luckily Po Po and Ye Ye were in town to support us.
