Buddy

It was my birthday. We went to a slightly pretentious Asian restaurant that I've always wanted to visit, replete with beautiful waitstaff, deafening music, and snobby people. I drank this watermelon martini. It was delicious.

So I'm 30. And big deal. Like I said before, as long as people are surprised when they find out that I'm 30, I'm okay with it. When I actually start looking 30 and acting 30 and having the kind of responsibilities that most people acquire around the age of 30, that's when I'll get all bitter and depressed about it. For now, it is cool. But I'm not changing my age on any of my online dating profiles.

I didn't do any sort of blow-out, big deal wham-she-bam or anything like that. I decided that since the events of my August - work and school-fizzle related - conspired to make this an unfortunately-timed watershed moment, I'm gonna have to really tear it up for my 31st. India in 2010, anyone?

I had a really great birthday, though. Everyone treated me very well, and for days on end, actually. Thanks for your cards and gifts and wishes and words.

This is Coldplay, when they came out into the audience to sing! Yeah, we weren't that close. But the concert was awwww-some.

This will be one of my favorite people to think about in the coming months. His name is Scott, and he looks exceedingly like James Marsden; four out of five friends who have been consulted on this agree. He leaves for Madrid next Tuesday for a year of schooling. He has made my summer wonderful in a hundred ways. He is kind, thoughtful, loving, adventurous, fun, and challenging. Because of his plans for this fall, our relationship had an expiration date stamped on it the very first time we met. But I'm happy to say that our friendship won't expire, and I look forward to having him in my life in the future.

Ending on good terms! How nice.

Currently Listening to:
Stupid Love by Mindy Smith