Tomorrow I'm turning thirty. Everyone I've told that (people who don't know me well and already know how old I am, that is) thinks I'm lying. Why I would lie to make myself older is beyond me. 
It doesn't bother me in the least that I'm turning thirty. I'm actually excited to be entering the next decade of my life. I think maybe part of the reason it doesn't upset me is that I've known so many who never made it to thirty, that I'm grateful to still be here. I'm still having fun with all of the "old" jokes, though, and yeah... I'm gettin' drunk this weekend. 
Here's a really positive thing in my life, just in time for this milestone birthday: I think I have finally found some friends to hang out with on a regular basis. I joined a board game group on Meetup that meets every Monday night and some Thursdays. I went both nights this week and had a ridiculously fun time. I lost Monday's Monopoly game disastrously but kicked major butt (i.e. I won) last night in The Game of Life. They're a really fun and diverse group of people and a blast to hang out with. I'm already noticing that I'm in a much better mood all the time since I've started going.
And now, I shall wait impatiently for the work day to end, so that I can go get my free birthday drink at our favorite bar around the corner. 
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