Santa Baaaarbara

Oh my goodness- we just got back from Santa Barbara for my 30th. It was nothing short of AMAZING. Seriously- I have been many places- and Santa Barbara is breathtaking. So perfect in every way- mountains, ocean, vineyards, shopping, more restaurants than one could ever try. It was to die for.

We stayed in a little house up on the hill- so we overlooked the whole town and could see the ocean perfectly. B and Courtney went too- and geez- I don't know when I've laughed that much for 4 days straight. The trip was so fancy- so every time we needed or wanted something we'd be like "Ask Baaarbara..." in a really hoity toity voice. Hysterical.

So we flew out Thursday morning- Courtney and I consulted each other on our careers on the way there and got all of that squared away (look out GSD&M and T3). Then we drove from LAX to SB on the PCH. SO GORGEOUS. We laughed, played silly games, and talked about Kim Kardashian most of the way there. Thursday night we walked around State Street- amazing architecture- and I also just couldn't believe how many awesome national and boutique stores there were. We went to Ca Daria for dinner- the best Italian food. We were so full, we couldn't even go out afterwards, so we goofed around at the house and the boys smoked cigars on the patio.

Friday, we kept rushing around to get ready and I couldn't figure out what the big hurry was because the guys kept saying we'd "play it by ear" as far as plans for the day went...finally Courtney was like "We have to hurry up and get ready- B is getting so mad at me..." so I was rushing, rushing, not knowing why. We walked up the driveway and there was a STRETCH limo waiting for us with a driver named Roger (Baaaarbara's boyfriend, natch) who was going to take us on a 7 hour tour of Foxen Canyon vineards. WHAT? All three knew, but they surprised me. I almost cried.

So we drove out to the San Inez valley- and began the day picking cheese and meats at a cute little market. I think the San Inez valley is more beautiful than Napa...or at least parallel. We stopped at 4 vineyards- Rancho Sisquoc being my favorite- and had lunch on a beautiful green knoll. With Roger. I told Davis to invite him because I felt bad; I said he would never take us up on it. Here's how that conversation went:
- Davis: Hey Roger, want to join us for lunch?
- Roger: Of course I would.

So we drank wine all day. Went home, took a cat nap, and then Courtney and I went out on State Street and did some partially drunk shopping. We tried to get Roger to drive us around more- but he declined.

Saturday morning we woke up and went to have massages. I know- this trip was ridiculously awesome. We all loved them, except B who said his masseuse was doing some sort of wackadoo three stooges type stuff on him. Davis especially loved it because his lady kept talking about his muscles and how well he takes care of himself. Ha.

For lunch we had a smorgasbord of fresh seafood at Brophy Brothers- right on the docks. We seriously ordered about 8 plates and just shared. Then we shopped...so much good shopping. I didn't really find that much- which is just typical. When you're ready to shop- you don't really find anything...but we had fun either way.

Saturday evening we had dinner reservations at Bouchon- the most amazing little French restaurant. So good.

And Sunday morning- we had our final feast at the Tupelo Cafe and then headed to LAX. I had to keep pinching myself the whole weekend? Who gets to do that sort of thing? It was amazing. Thank you Davis, thank you B and Courtney, thank you Nikki and mom for watching Davis. :)

Here's to 30. What a way to get it started.
Pictures to come.