I turned 30 yesterday! And oddly enough…it was hard for me. It doesn’t matter at all to me what age other people are and I have friends from all over the spectrum. But for some reason, as my own 30th birthday started to approach, I started feeling this dread. THIRTY. No going back! No more crazy 20s. I’m a REAL adult.
But I had a really lovely day yesterday, and today I really am 30, looking forward to this new year and all of the exciting things 2012 will bring. I went to the El Museo del Barrio uptown with my husband and saw an amazing show there (and skipped the huuuge line at the Guggenheim!) followed by dinner with friends at Momo Sushi Shack. The whole dinner situation was sort of indescribably epic and wonderful. There was endless sushi, endless sake, and they even turned all the lights off in the whole restaurant to sing happy birthday to me. Go there!
When I was 25, I was having brunch with my friend Jessica outside at some cheesy East Village restaurant. We shook hands and promised each other we’d have our own businesses by age 30. We’ve both accomplished that, and for that, I am grateful.