excerpt from a phone conversation with my mother:
"i can't believe you're 30. i'm so old."
"mom, i'm the one who just turned 30 for fuck's sake. you're not helping."
"this isn't about you. this is about me"
"i can't believe i'm old enough to have a daughter who is 30."
yes dear readers, much to my mother's dismay, i turned 30 last week. i didn't want to make a big fuss and i didn't want to get shitfaced* so i went out for mexican food with a few friends. this was followed by cake, cupcakes, gifts and an impromptu keyboard jam session at kathy's condo. kathy & georgia collaborated on the most amazing birthday cake ever:
pancake cake! my friends are the best. thanks for making 30 feel pretty OK.
*according to blogger's spellcheck, "shitfaced" is a real word. "blogger," however, is not.