When I was little, I thought 30 was totally old. I pictured myself at age 30, living in a house, married, and making lots of money doing something I love.
I guess one out of three ain't bad.
At least I'm having a party. I've only had two other birthday parties in my life. Like real parties. That are organized. And have invitations. And a cake. Friends took me out drinking for 21. But that wasn't a party. That was par-TAY-ing.
For my seventh birthday, I had a sleepover. All I remember is everybody rode their sleeping bags down our staircase, toboggan-style. My parents didn't like that very much. Maybe that's why I didn't have a party the next year. Or the next year.
When I turned 10, I had a party at the local skating rink. With boys. It was rather progressive. I remember skating 'round and 'round to Falco's "Rock Me Amadeus." And somebody gave me a Pound Puppy.
Boy, I am totally old.