(moved from the old...)I've turned thirty. It didn't feel like anything as I don't feel any older than a couple of years ago.
The parties were nice, though... and J's birthday present was the best ever! I was expecting her to arrive on my birthday, sometime late in the evening. I got a phone call from her the night before (it was maybe an hour before midnight); she asked, like so many times before, what I was doing and where I was. I thought she was on her way to the computer room and wanted to make sure that I was on-line.
Then she asked me to open the door. She'd arrived a day early. Wow.
So the next day, after work, there were four of us (instead of the planned three) going to the local amusement park. After two hours and five rides, we went out to dinner, and that was it. Very nice, very relaxed, and really... that was all I needed.
Two days later, on Saturday, I threw an "open house" party to a bunch of friends. Plenty of food, wines and other drinks, a birthday cake (no candles!) made by my sister's fiancé, the works. I'd invited my Scout buddies, some chat friends and a few old friends. About a half of the invited people arrived (A and her gf had to cancel at the last moment, but that was OK, as J and I had a few drinks with them the previous evening).
Again, the day was a nice one and the guests seemed to enjoy themselves. The best thing was, though, that over the course of the evening, everyone had to realise that J and I are together, not "just" as friends. A few of the guests knew already and that only made things easier: they weren't hiding anything and neither were we.
