Profile
Blog
Photos
Videos
We sometimes get comments from readers saying that they need a few paragraphs to be able to identify who has written the blog. I am writing about my 30th birthday so if you don't know who it is by know you are either have never met us or you are delusional.Antony is much older than me and that thought keeps me warm at night.
All kidding aside, I have entered the hazy fog of thirty. One friend who has also walked over to the dark side called it the end of youth. Ouch. But perhaps it isn't the farthest thing from the truth. Should I expect to start having trouble sleeping, need glasses, have aches and pains and start going to bed at 9pm? (Okay, I have always gone to bed at 9pm.) Science tells me that I'm older but the truth is that I have never felt better! After nearly nine months of traveling I'm relaxed, tanned, healthy and happy.In fact it seems appropriate that whilst everything else is changing I should too.
You may be wondering how I celebrated entering middle age. It started with my friend Anne and her beautiful son flying into to Dallas to see us. Years ago we made a pact to see each other once a year and whilst distance has made that awkward we have maintained a close friendship since being freshman roommates at Reed. So my first gift was her visit. While I picked them up at the airport the party fairies must have been busy because when we got back we were ushered up stairs to stay out of the way.
Back in Mexico, I asked Antony for a piñata for my birthday. I was so sure that he had gotten me a piñata that I started referring to my upcoming bash as "My Piñata Party" (no pressure, eh?).When the time came and my entourage had completed their work, Megan and Antony came to collect us with apologetic faces. They said that they had gone to four different shops but there were no piñatas to be found. They looked so sorry I ALMOST believed them. But I knew my man and he would have crashed a Mexican's toddler's birthday party and stolen a piñata before disappointing me. This time it wasn't necessary and he had been able to purchase a huge colourful donkey filled to the brim with candy hanging from a tree by its neck.
In addition to the piñata there were several other sweet surprises.Firstly, Megan's friend arrived at the party dressed as a luchadore (Mexican masked wrestler) and scared the daylights out of me.Mom and Ed had also worked hard to cook up my favorite foods like 72-hr baby back ribs, Grandma's potato salad, John Davison brownies (don't ask, just eat) and seemingly unlimited margaritas. In the back yard decorated in balloons, streamers and Mexican banners we swam, ate and drank with the occasional trip out on the jet skis.Later we took the party inside and played PIT (what else?) and I eventually stumbled to bed.
The next morning I woke up 30 with a pounding headache but consoled myself with opening loads of gifts and cards from friends near and far.All in all, perhaps my best birthday in many many years and a decent introduction to old age.
Rachelle x
- comments