getting too old to party all night

It happened last night. I turned 30. And I'm still alive. Or as many friends have said to me this week, "thirty, flirty, and thriving!" (13 going on 30 movie reference). For your information, HF has done a really lousy job at celebrating my birthdays over the years, and finally this year I warned him that something really bad would happen to him if he didn't make my 30th special. I haven't been especially excited about turning 30.

This year, all the stars were aligned and my birthday fell on one of his days off. Every day during the week, there would be a knock on our door and there would be a package from him. We aren't spenders, and I don't like money being spent on me, but it was such a nice surprise to get a little something from him each day. I had not expected it at all.He was certain that he would have to be gone on my birthday, so he was giving me a week long bithday.

Last night we got dressed up in our fanciest and he took me to a very fancy 5 star restaurant. Unfortunately, I got pretty sick afterwards. I guess I'm not used to eating that way, or there was something bad, or I'm not sure, but I felt pretty sick to my stomach afterwards. I have never eaten at such a fancy place. Someone came and put the napkins across our laps and they placed a teensy ball of sorbet in front of us to cleanse out palate. The starter salad was probably the best part of the whole meal. It was mixed greens with freshly grated parmesan and thyme on top. It was heavenly. I chose a very basic meal of herb roasted chicken, buttermilk mashed potatoes, and vegetables. I'm pretty sure it was the gravy that made me sick.

After dinner we did some shopping and then he took me to see Sherlock Holmes. I really enjoyed this movie.
And the gifts don't end there. I got to sleep in today until I wanted. I got up at noon because I was meeting friends for lunch. It just about killed me staying out until 1 a.m. First sign of aging? The inability to stay up late?

Anyway, I think I like 30.