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| The 13th Annual D'arbycue | at Crown Beach in Alameda | with special guests | Andy | Anya | Carla | Ellora | Hannah | Ian | India | Isobel | Katie | Lauren | Leah | Lizzy | Mimi | Rain | Ian used to smile like this all the time, then hit that self-conscious age and stopped. His auntie fixed that by telling him that if he came home with another closed-mouth set of school portraits like he had the previous year, she would tell the cafeteria workers not to give him lunch anymore. | Maria, Ian's mom has been working on the smile, too. | Donna and Nigel | Hayley, who is almost one | Sean and Katie | and Chad, who uncomplainingly spent most of the party driving back and forth between our house, the beach, and the store. | D'arby good-naturedly blew out the candles her mother forgot. | Some of the girls thought it was Woodstock | or maybe a spa day | After they'd rinsed off, presents were opened. | |||||||||||||