The Big Three-Oh

Posted Wednesday, April 04, 2007 4:45 PM

I'm turning 30 in five days.  30.  Argh.

When I was little, I thought 30 was totally old.  I pictured myself at age 30, living in a house, married, and making lots of money doing something I love.

I guess one out of three ain't bad.

At least I'm having a party.  I've only had two other birthday parties in my life.  Like real parties.  That are organized.  And have invitations.  And a cake.  Friends took me out drinking for 21.  But that wasn't a party.  That was par-TAY-ing.

For my seventh birthday, I had a sleepover.  All I remember is everybody rode their sleeping bags down our staircase, toboggan-style.  My parents didn't like that very much.  Maybe that's why I didn't have a party the next year.  Or the next year.

When I turned 10, I had a party at the local skating rink.  With boys.  It was rather progressive.  I remember skating 'round and 'round to Falco's "Rock Me Amadeus."  And somebody gave me a Pound Puppy.

Boy, I am totally old.