Lake Tahoe definitely looked a lot different from the last time I've been here. All the snow melted away, and the sun was blaring just enough to get me shvitzing a bit. Toodles winter, hello spring.
Last weekend I was swooped away out of San Francisco into Lake Tahoe to celebrate my 29th (ugh, just kill me now) birthday with Cody. I love the fact that Tahoe is far enough to get away from the hustle and bustle of the City, but close enough to be surrounded by nature without feeling like you've fallen through the closet into Narnia.
I've always been a firm believer that anything is whatever you make of it, so these last couple years I decided to make nothing big of my birthday. Maybe it's me coping with being closer to turning the big 3-0? Could be, who knows. Turning 30 in gay years is pretty much saying you're dead to the rest of the world. Good thing I get that good youthful skin from my mom though. I mean, just saying. #Igotitfrommymomma.