Kate's Dirty Thirty!

Our tour-de-SoCal kicked off in style in (it's a fact) the greatest city in the history of mankind, where we spent the weekend chillin' with the illustrious Kate and Brad. We were treated to curbside pickup, and I'm pleased to report Brad doesn't share Kate's passion for driving 10 miles per hour slower than the posted speed limit.

We headed straight over to Kate and Brad's new apartment, where we were greeted by the adorable Sal and Dora, who are (it's a fact) the cutest kittens in the history of felinekind.

Also a fact: I was totally Dora's favorite.

Brad grilled us some delicious steaks, and we spent the evening chilling in earnest. Conversation flowed freely, and bountiful Ballast Point brews soothed our collective souls and served as kindling for some hilarious coming-cleans.

We topped off our night with a hearty helping of Who Is America, and the following morning Soph and I slept in later than any resident of the Beaver-Heusner household has ever slept, in like, ever.

Which is to say, we got up around 10AM.

That morning Kate made us a bombtown breakfast, and Kate and Brad surprised Soph by asking her to officiate their wedding! It goes unsaid Soph said "yes." Kate also made a passing comment about not having a bachelorette party, whereby it goes unsaid Soph told her "not a f**cking chance."

That afternoon we checked out Kate and Brad's wedding venue by the beach. It was a gorgeous - we can't wait to come back next April!

This photo marks Brad's return to the land of the living

Feeling we'd done enough adulting for the day, we made a quick pit stop at the pad (I had to pretty up my hair, it was getting so, ugh, like, you know?), and headed out to Gianni Buonomo Vinters to celebrate Kate's DIRTY THIRTY!

Those of you that know Kate can probably guess just how destructively dirty things got. We had a delicious charcuterie board (!), sipped on some superb wine (!!), and had some great conversations with Kate and Brad's friends (!!!). Typical out-of-control, get-it-together Kate kind of stuff.

Get it together ladies. We're not in our 20s anymore.

The wine was seriously quite good, though I couldn't resist sneaking off for a few minutes to grab an IPA next door at the Belching Beaver Brewery (you know your 30th is a big deal if they name the brewery next door after you).

On Sunday Kate and Brad dropped us off at the train station, and we jetted north to continue our tour-de-SoCal.

Seen in the back is Kate's friend Jason, being bitter he can't sit next to Soph

Thanks a million for hosting us, and give Dora and Sal our best!