the big three OH!

I'm not sure why I decided to have a party. It turned out to be a good idea fraught with lots of work (but definitely worth it). We met on the Catawba River and kayaked, played whiffle ball, and cooked out. The older people played cards, and my uncle read Dostyeovksy's The Idiot in a foldable chair by the river. This is all to say it was low key. Twas lucky to have a beer tasting on the same grounds. All my guests had a couple of cups of microbrewed beer for free before hitting the kayaks. One person out of twenty was on time, and it was all good.

The weather was pleasant until the monsoon hit while we were eating our local, organic burgers. A lightning storm hit while we were gathered under a tin roof. It wouldn't have been that bad except for the tropical storm level winds. Everybody got soaked due to the fact that there were no walls. G said, "You're never going to forget your 30th party." "Neither are you," I replied.

The food was good. But, my favorite part of the whole shindig were my guests. My friends are such lovely folk and good sports to boot. When I was asked what the rain plan was, I answered, "You get wet." Little did I know how prophetic my smart ass comment would be. I'm such an enigma: a majority of my present were books, followed by UNC paraphenalia and then green and blue jewelry and clothes. And, the other odd detail was the drunk 47 year old woman who crashed the party because somebody had taken her keys (must have been a beer-tasting casualty).

Last night I slept like the proverbial log because I remained faithful to my training plan (6 miles yesterday before 8 am) and kayaked. Today, I ate birthday cake for breakfast, went to church, took a nap in lieu of the planned journal writing at the botanical gardens. Now I need to clean and organize and work for next week.

I always imagined I'd have it together by the time I was thirty. Ha. I don't feel mature enough to be twenty five; I guess I should make a habit of SPF 45 to compensate for the disparity in my age and compentencies! I need to come up with some goals for the year. Maybe to laugh more and listen better and listing to-do. Most people assure me that their thirties were/are an improvement on their twenties. I hope so.