Regressing back to an earlier post by Steve and his feelings about turning 30, I thought I would put my two cents in on joining "the club". I recently joined this ever growing group in August but really didn't think much about it before hand. It wasn't until my mother (of all people) asked me last spring what I wanted to do for the big celebration. I hadn't planned on having a big celebration or even thought about the implications of moving into a new number system. Then it became a big focus in my life but mostly brought on by other people. My mom insisted on going on a big mother/daughter trip to Spain. (I know. What a bitch to have to travel for free, enjoying lots of good wine, and drinking sangrias by our rooftop pool)
Then came my actual birthday. I didn't have to go to work (thank you for teacher compensation days), had a wonderful lunch drinking bloody mary's and shopping with my partner Liz, and then ended the night with a surprise party. I got to make my own wine, cruise around the Old Port in my very own Hummer limo, danced to the Awesome, and then ended the night at Bill's pizza. (Liz or Anna- no further comments here from either of you) It honestly was the best birthday of my life.
Since then I have been to Vegas (where Liz and I partied with Joe Torre's nephews), went to a Red Sox/Yankee game at Fenway, saw my boyfriend Tom play at Gilette Stadium, made it to my football fantasy play-offs for the first time in years, and had a camp built for me (thank you JR).
Long story short, 30 has been pretty damn good. If my next decade is anything like my past 3 months, bring it on baby.
Cheers!
Major
And to make sure this post is really girly, here are some pictures of my adventures.
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2 comments:
without women there would be no beauty
How true, how true.
Without women, there would also be no vajayjays.
Think about it.
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