I finally got around to going through the photos from the 30th bday party this last August. I have a truck-load of superlatives for my amazing family, and super awesome friends. They helped me pull this party together, and it looked FABULOUS. Give these people crepe paper and THEY. WILL. WORK. I love being 30 (don't forget the motto of turning dirty 30: thirty, flirty, and thriving!) and I hope that I am never one of these people who claim younger ages or wish I still had my youth or blah blah blah. I like being me, because I am the prom queen of my life and I am going to be young till I die (asleep at age 110, holding my tennis racket - I pick up the sport in my 80's, and my Euro-trash 73 year old lover, because I like them young, into terrible music, and with accents, but mostly because Chris keeps telling me he's going first because "STATISTICS SHOW THAT MEN DIE FIRST NA-NA-NA-NA-NAAA". I don't buy it.)
Hello, 30. This is going to be fun.
Of course, I was Prom Queen. Duh.
I took my mom to Prom! She is the best person in the world.