Between now and the next time I post here, I will turn 30 years old. And I’m looking forward to it. As I say that, I think back to when I was 21 and had just started my first job after graduation. My new bosses were taking me out for lunch along with the woman who I’d be replacing. She was going back to school to get her masters. She was also about to turn 30. Making conversation, the bosses asked her how she felt about it. “I’m looking forward to 30, actually.”
“You fool,” I thought to my young dumb self, shaking my head and stabbing at my caesar salad.
Now I get where she was coming from. It will be a relief. I’ve felt 30 for at least the last 3 years. Certainly the last year. It’ll be nice to have an excuse for my senior citizen behavior.
So for me, the question isn’t so much how do I feel about turning 30. It’s what will I do for my birthday party? During my 20s, I’ve had some high and low points in birthday festivities.
The lowest, I suppose, being the birthday I spent at Chili’s with my fiance (now husband) because we were only weeks away from our wedding and the last thing I wanted to do was plan a party. And between the shower, bachelorette party, and wedding itself, I couldn’t stand the thought of another occasion to force my friends to celebrate yours truly.
The highest was my 25th birthday, which began at a sushi bar with sake bombs, continued with us getting kicked out of a karaoke bar after bum rushing the stage, and concluded at our apartment with 5 randos we’d picked up at Vons while purchasing after party booze.
For the big 3-0, I’m hoping for something in between. A nice affair I can get dressed up for and that will allow me to be around all the folks I most love. And while we’re at it, we’ll all drink way too much and get kicked out of someplace… by 11pm, so I can be in bed at a reasonable hour.