Well, here I am: a wise, mature, grown up 30-year old.
As expected, nothing feels different. I was disappointed to discover that 30 year olds are not immune to hangovers. You see, I'd had the very rational decision to not have any shooters. Then I thought that was extreme, so I'd limit myself to two. Well, that plan also fell through. I mean, I couldn't very well say no thanks when presented with one, now could I? It'd be rude! So, I ended up having more than I could keep track of. Some mystery shooters that Theran thought was Jack Daniels and banana, several Apples Pies (never had one, so delicious), a tequila (ugh) a Jagerbomb... and perhaps a few that I'm forgetting.
Anyway, the party was a success with really good turnout. I'd say 50 people. At around 11, they brought out cake, which I never ended up getting a piece of, too busy passing it out to others. But that's fine, I preferred to make sure everyone was having a good time. I gave my camera to my dad to take pictures, because I knew otherwise I'd never take any. I'll put up photos later this week (says the girl who still hasn't posted travel photos from over a year ago). I feel like I didn't get a chance to talk to people enough. I mean, I know I did, but because I was mingling so much, I never really spent too much time with anyone. I guess that's just the way it goes. Hopefully no one felt neglected, I tried to make the rounds!
I'm just so happy that so many people came. A few people I'd thought were coming didn't make it, which was disappointing, but totally overshadowed by everyone who did come. Hurrah! Not to get all sentimental in my old age, but man, I feel so loved and so grateful to have such amazing friends and family.
How on earth can I be sad about turning 30 when I'm reminded of how lucky I am!