Court finally celebrated his own dirty 30th birthday. Usually people cling to their youth by fighting every step of the aging process. Court on the other hand feels that his body is finally catching up to his mind. Take that as you will. When we were dating, his sister wrote me a letter giving me a heads up about him secretly being a "crotchety old man" before making the commitment to marry him.
This year we went to Pizzeria Mozza, an uppity pizza place in the Hancock Park area of Los Angeles. As we waited for the valet, (yes valet at a pizza place) we saw an old woman in a long black dress with a tutu type detail holding a Badgley Mischka bag. If that wasn't bad enough a women left her car with the valet and he chased after her with a large fist full of cash yelling, "excuse me ma'am this was lying on the floor of your back seat." We decided that for fancy pizza, Delancy's was clearly the better choice.
I wanted to give Court some magic for his birthday so I got up super early (5:00am) and strung lights up over the table for a special breakfast. In the picture he is holding Beck's Mellow Gold album.
- Spinach & gruyere quiche
- Cinnabon cinnamon rolls
- Orange juice in a vintage glass pitcher