So it was my birthday on Friday, the big 3-1! Last year I decided to make 'turning 30' less scary by taking a three month vacation to Fiji and New Zealand and it totally worked; 30 suddenly became a marvelous number. This year, turning 31 was another frightening thought...actually not really. As it turns out, it's true what you hear about your 30s being way more fun then your 20s. It's SO true! My 30th year was filled with meaningful new friendships and ridiculous adventures. So far, 31 is showing me a great time too. It was the city of Tiburon's birthday the same day as mine and that meant there was a huge party which included dancing, drinks, food trucks, and a huge fireworks display...yep all on my day! Because it was my birthday and there was a such a grand festival, you can guess it...I wore a dress.
Some of my lady friends escorted me to the shindig, but not without a champagne toast and consumption of cupcakes prior. The fun exponentially grew from there. In Tiburon, we slurped down some Mai Tais, grubbed on fish tacos and danced to live music in the streets. It wasn't just any live music, it was the cover band Wonderbread 5, which I've rocked out to before at my friend Billie's wedding. We didn't just dance either, we got down on the stage with the band! The drummer was jammin', the stage thumpin' and before the second chorus of "Pour Some Sugar on Me" began, we jumped up on the stage, shaking it as if there were no kids around. There actually were kids around, lots of them, so I did my best to not accidentally knock them off the stage with my booty. I even tried to keep the dancing somewhat clean because of their presence. But come on, with "Pour Some Sugar on Me" playing, it's practically impossible not to throw in a little shimmy or jiggle.
After the band finished their jams, we looked up to see displays of fire illuminating the sky, a colorful display of pyrotechnics. The night was still just beginning for some of us. We went to Sam's bar, where I was given my fair share of birthday drinks from some flirty older men. The city lights must of been beckoning us from a distance because before I knew it we were at a club in SF dancing to blasting rap music, and I certainly wasn't afraid to shimmy there. I might of even gotten a phone number from a man in flannel... I was in bed around 3, still buzzed from the energy of the day and the cranberry vodkas. At 29, I was a grandma and in bed at nine. At 31, I'm stoked to announce I've extended my curfew. I'm thinking that 32 ain't looking so bad either.
Balloons are always necessary on a birthday!
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