Mal ,'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
30 was no big deal, I can't even remember what I did for it. I do remember sitting in the caf at work with some friends, and one of them saying that the "Oh God I'm OLD" feeling didn't hit until you turned 31. Which was true for me. At 30 I still felt young. At 31 I broke my leg playing paintball and felt old.
Oddly, after 35 I started feeling young again.
I can't remember anything at all specific about my 30th, but then my birthdays usually suck -- a hasty afterthought to my family's Xmas celebration.
Now I'm depressing myself, which I didn't want to do first thing in the morning!
For my 30th birthday, a friend who was dying of AIDS took me and two other friends out to eat at an expensive SF restaraunt. At this point the dying friend was a very bitter and angry person, and could be a very critical and demanding customer, so, um... it was a stressful dinner.
OK, off I go to the eye clinic thingie....
Loved my 30th birthday, loved being 30, continuing to love my 30s.
Good luck today, Jesse!
Happy 30th, Dana!
Well, I'm so excited that the beautiful weather is TODAY, while I am stuck inside my office, rather than this weekend. I am truly grateful for resembling a drowned rat while doing all my errands and not being able to sleep all weekend because of fear that the rainwater would push into the basement again. YAY NEW ENGLAND JUNE!!!!
The week before my 30th birthday, I reconnected with my mother who had abandoned me to my pedophile father 27 years before...and confronted said father. Drama of the highest order.
But on the actual day, my boyfriend of that era executed the most extraordinary treasure hunt all over Pittsburgh. He'd worked on it for months, setting up tasks and events at businesses from Victoria Secret (the manager squealed "Oh, YOU'RE the special one! when I showed up with the little poem I was to recite for my prezzie. The BF was a huge hero.), to a local florist, a funky coffee house and my favorite restaurant. We ended up dancing to 'our song' on the banks of a river at 3am.
The 30's were a time of tremendous change. The 40s have been much more contented and happy.
I got a tattoo. And then wrote about it to everyone.
Which means, I guess, that she's getting some of her payback early.
I need to get one of those dolls.
I got a tattoo. And then wrote about it to everyone.
A fine way to celebrate.
I didn't give a shit about turning 30. Except there were a bunch of external things happening around that time that made me laugh in a dark kind of way because they were the sort of things that should make it a trauma and gave me moments of maybe I should care? But I'm an unbirthday person.
I don't remember what 30 was like. My birthdays tend to be depressing to me as they go pretty unnoticed by folks.
Good luck at the clinic, tommyrot. Hope everything goes swell.