How I Turned 30
So.
As of Friday at 5:07 pm, I'm 30 years old.
I had been kind of freaked out by this for the last several months. My obsession with staying "timely" and "trendy" was at an all-time high, as I feared becoming out of touch with the newest of the new.
But then I thought about it, and thought about my 20s, and realized, "Thank god that shit's in the past!" No more months on end of fruitless online dating, no more living on such a tight budget that I can't even afford the pad thai at Republic, no more living in a closet-sized space with no natural light... The list goes on and on.
Thirty wasn't all rosy, though. It kept me on my toes.
W was called out of state for a funeral, which took place on the day I had scheduled my big party. I fretted for a few days before deciding to reschedule and instead have a few close friends over to the apartment on Saturday evening.
It ended up being OK. Abbie flew in from Richmond and made sure I was entertained and properly filled up with beer. She, and my coworkers took me out for a 3pm Happy Hour (after a champagne/ice cream cake party in the office). We ate copious amounts of sushi. I shed obligatory tears over missing my mother on my 30th birthday. I had brunch. And I graciously accepted wonderful presents, including this amazing quilt that Abbie made for me:
Other amazing prezzies included a necklace from Marc's favorite store, a high-heel-shaped cake cutter, a "you'll never be alone" necklace from Berna and a spa retreat from Mira and Christina.
W is on his way home now, and on Friday we depart for a surprise 30th bday vacation. YAY.
As of Friday at 5:07 pm, I'm 30 years old.
I had been kind of freaked out by this for the last several months. My obsession with staying "timely" and "trendy" was at an all-time high, as I feared becoming out of touch with the newest of the new.
But then I thought about it, and thought about my 20s, and realized, "Thank god that shit's in the past!" No more months on end of fruitless online dating, no more living on such a tight budget that I can't even afford the pad thai at Republic, no more living in a closet-sized space with no natural light... The list goes on and on.
Thirty wasn't all rosy, though. It kept me on my toes.
W was called out of state for a funeral, which took place on the day I had scheduled my big party. I fretted for a few days before deciding to reschedule and instead have a few close friends over to the apartment on Saturday evening.
It ended up being OK. Abbie flew in from Richmond and made sure I was entertained and properly filled up with beer. She, and my coworkers took me out for a 3pm Happy Hour (after a champagne/ice cream cake party in the office). We ate copious amounts of sushi. I shed obligatory tears over missing my mother on my 30th birthday. I had brunch. And I graciously accepted wonderful presents, including this amazing quilt that Abbie made for me:
Other amazing prezzies included a necklace from Marc's favorite store, a high-heel-shaped cake cutter, a "you'll never be alone" necklace from Berna and a spa retreat from Mira and Christina.
W is on his way home now, and on Friday we depart for a surprise 30th bday vacation. YAY.
posted by Lesterhead @ 7/13/2008 11:00:00 PM
4 Comments:
At 7/14/2008 07:33:00 PM,
goodness gracious! said…
happy thirtieth! have a great trip
At 7/15/2008 10:20:00 AM,
pastrymom said…
Happy 30th, you young'un!
At 7/18/2008 09:39:00 AM,
Kath said…
It was the perfect party, even if we didn't karaoke. We'll do that soon, and I do have a gift for you. But we need to talk about it. Mystery!
At 7/27/2008 03:48:00 PM,
craige said…
Happy birthday!!
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