Creeva’s World 2.0

This is part of my life notes series.

Look­ing back at my 30th birth­day almost 18 months after the fact gives me a bit of per­spec­tive.   I’m not over the hill.   It’s not the end of the world.

I had a party where the fam­ily came over and had food and the whole nine yards.   By the end of the night I was ham­mered though.  I rarely drink, but this is one of those occa­sions.   I expect my wife to go through a sim­i­lar thing when she turns 30.  Halfway through the night I hardly remem­bered my name let alone any­thing else.

I do remem­ber I wan­dered out the back patio doors and let loose the con­tents of my stom­ach on the ground.   After sit­ting out there for awhile I man­aged to wan­der back in and then head up to bed.  My wife and our friend Brian both watched me — stone sober mind you — and just kind of shook their heads.

I can leave you with this thought — I wouldn’t want to turn 30 again.