The Elfin Blog

On Friday last, I turned the big 3-0. Thirty. Thirty, thirty, thirty. Wow. I guess as the old saying goes, I can no longer be trusted. I am establishment. At least as part of the establishment, maybe I can now actually help create change. But you know what? I am not going to ramble on about being old. I don’t feel that old yet.

Instead, I’m going to tell you that I had a great party on Saturday night. Not legendary, but certainly a good time was had by all. (At least I hope so). Many friends showed up, including at least one old friend and it was a wonderful surprise to see him. My mom got belligerent and combative over her right to smoke. “But we’re outside,” she kept insisting. “We’re outside, dammit!” You go Mom! What would a birthday party be without my mom and her never-ending quest to promote smokers’ rights. I should point out that upon further investigation it was discovered that most likely no one had said one word to her about her smoking, and she might have just wanted to make a scene. But what’s a party without a good scene?

My dad got ridiculously but quietly drunk, and spent much of the evening chatting with my friends and making sly, witty, and completely obscure and strange comments under his breath. He later fell alseep in a chair. And it is not really party until your dad falls asleep somewhere.

I also got some great presents, although I should have thought to tell folks not to bother. I received a supply of Geritol, some fiber laxative, and of course Super Poligrip. I also received some very nice books, beer, and cards, all of which are much appreciated.

So, in closing, I think I will do my best to enjoy my 30’s and to make the most of them, rather than lament the fact that I’m basically halfway to my death. Lot’s of people have told me that their 30’s were their best decade yet. Well, I’m going to try to make it mine. Thanks to all for coming and for your good wishes.