On the way there, David made friends with Lily, Becca and Austin's new puppy.
We quickly discovered that Lily likes to dig in the sand:
That night we were joined by Krissy for some cut-throat go-karting and mini-golfing.
On Saturday morning we drove into San Francisco to have breakfast with Jeff and Jess at the farmer's market at the Ferry Building. The day was pretty gorgeous even without the aid of Instagram filters.
Then it was time to get back home for the main event--my dad's party. While we got food and decorations ready to go, Lily and Posey (Jess and Jeff's French bulldog) wrestled pretty much non-stop.
The party went off without a hitch, complete with great food and dozens of friends and family members who came to pay their respects. The best part was knowing that even at 60, my dad (and mom, for that matter) can put me to shame at the gym and can most certainly leave me in the dust on a bike. I'm okay with it.
Gemma had the right idea.
The girls. We'll just Photoshop Allison in there, okay? Okay.
I also got to spend a little long-overdue time with Marisa, her husband Rob, and their adorable daughter Fara. Sometimes I forget that we're grown-ups. Like, who is this child and isn't her real mom wondering where she is?
Sarah, Joel, and the kids were the first to leave, and when Sarah came out of their room to say her goodbyes and was already crying, Becca shouted, "OH GREAT" and immediately burst into tears. You'd think we like each other or something. I guess it's a good thing we'll all be getting back together (everyone, this time) in a little over a month.