I turned 29 on Wednesday of this past week, which still seems a little bit incredible to me. I don’t feel radically different from the nineteen-year-old I was ten years ago, except perhaps that I rarely have to dig into my change jar when rent is due, these days. And perhaps my hair is a little less alarming. But here I am, on the brink of thirty!

In honor of the last year of my twenties, I threw myself a birthday party at one of my favorite college drinking haunts in the Village. It’s exactly the same as it was when I spent most Thursday nights there, only now they serve a pretty good dark & stormy and there aren’t any ashtrays. It was extremely strange but entirely entertaining having so many of my friends in one place, particularly friends from such wildly different contexts. Coworkers, ex-coworkers, gaming friends, college friends, and people I’ve known for so long I don’t even remember how I know them. I had a really splendid time and poured myself into a cab at the end of it all with such an abundance of flowers and presents and affection and alcohol that I felt quite fancy. So, I would say that 2010 is off to a pretty good start.