Yup, it's true: I turned thirty since we last got together around here. No big deal. I don't feel any different. Yes, I may look older thanks to the fluffy bathrobe my parents gave me for the occasion, but it's not like I've accessorized it with a burled walnut pipe, a pair of reading glasses, and a Costco-sized bottle of Levitra. Yet. Give me a couple more years on that. And get the hell off my lawn.
I had a nice quiet birthday, though, just me and some of the people I love and some 2,000-year-old Chinese warriors, the latter of which were absolutely no help when it came to eating the cake. Come to think of it, Courtney wasn't either; crazy woman doesn't like carrot cake.
My parents took us to the High Museum of Art in Atlanta to see the terra cotta warriors exhibit, which I thought was completely lame. They had a few of the actual warriors there, but the exhibit was otherwise just reproductions and text; in other words, I could have stayed home and read the Wikipedia entry and gotten the same effect. If I'm ever in China, I'd love to see them in situ, but as an art museum piece, it was pretty uninspiring.
Luckily, the High also had the third and final installment of the Louvre series, which was fantastic, so that saved the trip for me.
Wanting to kill some time before dinner, we then went to see an uplifting movie about a frequently naked pedophile Nazi war criminal, a theme that should probably be introduced into all birthday celebrations, I think. So gleeful.
Chase the happy thoughts with a bottle of red and some top-notch Italian and you've successfully kicked off a fourth decade.
Now where did I leave my slippers?
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Happy birthday, dude. Being 30 is an awesome and totally underrated year.
Carrot cake is gross. And what are you complaining about? More for you!
Everyone else liked the terra cotta warriors. I don't know what's wrong with you.
I struggled to read everything in the post that succeeded "doesn't like carrot cake." Those words just don't make any sense.
Glad you had a super pedipholificnazitastic birthday!
One old-man cliche prop per birthday. You don't want to speed up the process.
Carrot cake isn't so bad if you look at is as a delivery method for cream cheese frosting.
I'm glad you had a good birthday. It sounds like you got to do cool stuff plus eat yummy food and hang with good people. That's definitely a good way to spend your birthday.
Now. Where is our photo of you in the new robe?
I love carrot cake. Next year invite me and I'll put a dent in your cake.
Carrot cake is awesome. As a kid, I had a stuffed rabbit named Carrot Cake. Not because carrot/rabbit, rabbits like carrots, etc. But because I puked carrot cake on him shortly after I got him.
That was one of those brain spills I should probably delete before I hit publish, and on most people's blogs I would, but it's your blog and I feel comfortable being random here, so I'll leave it.
J just turned 30 and I got him a big fuzzy bathrobe. Maybe that's actually the appropriate man turning 30 gift.
And seriously, 30 rocks. It's nice to be on this side of the fence. Enjoy it, Old Man!
That's sad; terra cotta warriors sound like they'd make a cool exhibit. But I'm glad you got to celebrate in kinda lame style!
Frequently naked Kate Winslet = good birthday. There, I said it.
The carrot cake did have cream cheese frosting, right? Because if it didn't, I can sort of see Courtney's point, but if it did, I'm with you, man.
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