Every year my little sister and I try to meet up in between our birthdays (hers is August 10, mine August 20). We’ve done this for the past three years and it’s a tradition I hope we never forsake. Three years ago, I visited Jennie while she was interning in New York. It was my first time in the city and she was already over it so we tried to avoid cliche toursity places (this was before we embraced our toursity ways and learned to proudly wear our cameras around our neck and don our fanny packs. HOT.) The highlights of that year were rollerblading in Central Park, finally seeing a Broadway show, flirting with randoms on the subway and hiding from a crazy guy in a leather bomber jacket with patches on it who I swear followed us for several blocks. We pretended we were on Law and Order: SVU. Irresponsible, yes. Awesome memory of our near double homicide from ‘Patches,’ yes.

Last Year:
We met up in LA. We actually were living together in Tulsa at the time, but she met her BF there earlier and I met up with my bestie, Cabe. We hunted celebrities shamelessly and found not a one. Lame. But we did eat at a restaurant called ‘Ketchup,’ where our waiter assured us that the cast of the new 90210 had sat in our booth. And why would he lie? Then Cabe and I laid on the beach for 3 days straight where Cabe got the most adorable sunglasses tan. Ok, maybe not adorable. Memorable, that’s the word.

This Year:
This year, Sissy came to my new fair city, Portland. My fav part-laying in bed reading together. We also saw the Pittock Mansion, ate delish tacos at Por Que No? and strolled the farmers market. ALSO. I made the most amazing carrot cake ever. Really. I asked my newish old friend, Lauryl, to hook me up with some baking recipes that were FAIL PROOF. And she did. And it was amazing. And there are no pictures of that blessed cake because I devoured it. And subsequently gained +40 pounds. Worth. It.

August, you always treat me well.
xoxo