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 a while 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.