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Happy Birthday Angel

There’s a particular kind of warmth that settles over a table when a birthday is the reason everyone showed up. It’s not loud, not staged. It’s in the small things: the shine of glassware catching low light, the quiet order of plates and folded napkins, the way people lean in toward one another as if the evening is a room you can step into and close the door behind you.

Happy Birthday Angel. A simple line, but it carries a whole soft history—shared meals, familiar jokes, the comfort of being known. At dinner, that feeling becomes tangible. You can see it in the relaxed shoulders, in the easy smiles, in the way the table feels lived-in before the first course even arrives.

Restaurants can be anonymous places, but nights like this give them a pulse. The wood grain under candlelight, the clink of forks, the paused moment before everyone starts talking at once—little ordinary details turning quietly meaningful.

Birthdays aren’t only about marking time. They’re about gathering it. Collecting a handful of people and making one evening feel like it belongs on a shelf in your mind, ready to be taken down later when you need something steady.

Here’s to Angel—celebrated well, surrounded by friends, and held for a moment in the gentle ceremony of dinner.

Silly 30th Bday with the Boys

Thirty feels like a small threshold you step over without noticing until you look back and realize the room has changed.

This photo catches the moment before the night blurs into laughter and louder music: three friends pressed close, coupe glasses raised, a gold fringe curtain behind us catching every bit of light. It’s silly on purpose. The kind of silly you can only commit to when you’re surrounded by people who have known you long enough to not ask you to be anything else.

Birthdays can make you count things—years, plans, what’s next—but nights like this pull you back into something simpler. The warmth of a crowded room. The shine of cheap decorations that somehow feel like celebration. The easy, familiar lean-in for a photo, the kind that says we’ve been here before and we’ll do it again.

I keep thinking about how memories live alongside you, the way a house creaks in winter or how a coat becomes part of a routine. Friendships do that too. They quietly collect in the background, then show up all at once when you need a reason to toast.

Silly 30th birthday with the boys—gold, laughter, and the kind of night that leaves you grateful the next morning.

30th Bday with Jen

Thirty feels like a small threshold you step over without noticing until you turn around and see the room differently. Jen’s 30th birthday was all warm light and gold—shimmering fringe on the wall, a little metallic party hat tilted into place, and two coupe glasses held up like punctuation.

There’s something comforting about a simple celebration: a backdrop that catches every stray bit of light, a few friends close enough to stand shoulder-to-shoulder, and the quiet agreement that the moment is worth keeping. The gold made everything feel brighter than it probably was, the way memory does—taking ordinary corners of a room and giving them a soft, glowing edge.

We toasted to the past decade without trying to summarize it, because you can’t. You just notice what’s been built: the friendships that hold, the laughter that comes easier, the steadier sense of self that arrives when you stop racing toward some imagined version of “adult.”

If a birthday is anything, it’s a pause—a brief stillness before the year keeps moving. Jen looked happy, the kind of happy that doesn’t need announcing. Just a smile, a glass raised, and the gold behind her catching the light like it was meant to be there all along.

30th bday Bubbles with Devon

Thirty feels like a small threshold you don’t notice until you’re standing in it—hands wrapped around a glass, the room soft with warm light, and everything glittering just enough to make ordinary moments feel ceremonial.

For this 30th birthday, the bubbles did their job: they slowed time down. The gold streamers behind us caught every flicker and turned it into a kind of weather—shimmering, patient, and a little unreal. Devon and I leaned into that brightness, shoulder to shoulder, holding our drinks the way you hold a quiet wish before you say it out loud.

I love parties most for their small details: the clink of glass, the half-second of eye contact before a toast, the way laughter rises and then settles again. The camera grabs one frame, but the night is really made of movement—people drifting in and out of conversation, music in the background, a thousand tiny celebrations happening at once.

Thirty isn’t a reinvention. It’s more like a new coat pulled on from the laundry room—familiar, worn in, and suddenly meaningful when you realize how many seasons it has already seen.

Here’s to gold light, good company, and the simple kindness of marking time together.

30th Birthday with original CM team

Thirty is a funny kind of milestone. It doesn’t arrive with a drumroll so much as a quiet click—like a door latching behind you—and suddenly you’re standing in a room that feels both familiar and newly lit.

This one was spent with the original CM team, gathered close beneath big gold balloon letters that spelled out a simple, bright permission to celebrate. Drinks in hand, we held still for a moment in front of a wall of books, the background hum of a home around us—shelves, frames, small evidence of everyday life. The photo catches that in-between feeling: polished enough to mark the occasion, relaxed enough to be real.

I keep thinking about how time folds people together. Work becomes friendship without anyone making an announcement. You look up and realize you’ve collected a small history—shared late nights, inside jokes, the steady rhythm of showing up. It’s not loud, but it lasts.

If birthdays are supposed to measure anything, I hope it’s this: the warmth of familiar faces, the comfort of being known, and the kind of joy that doesn’t need much more than a room, a few friends, and a little gold light bouncing around.

30th Bday with Bae, My 2017 Birthday Celebration

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| For my 30th birthday in 2017, I was told I had to “do it big”. A concept I have never really been into for my birthday celebrations. However, being the big three zero, I decided to give it a shot.

Philly weekend with Bae – Mom’s Bday

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| Truth be told, we were in Philadelphia for my mother’s birthday. My mother is a seafood fan and we decided to take her to Devon Seafood Grill for lunch and then some shopping.

Birthday Bracelet from my Boyfriend new Miansai

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| My wonderful boyfriend Angel surprised me for my birthday with a Miansai Bracelet. I have always loved this brand but this was my first bracelet from them. Receiving my first Miansai bracelet as a gift made it even more special.

Champagne Break for Mom’s Bday

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| I frequent the Champagne bar at the Plaza a few times a year. However, after a bit of a muted note at Patsy’s Italian restaurant, I was relieved that I scheduled a table at the Champagne bar for my mother’s birthday evening.