I woke up on my first day of being 30 in my little studio apartment, wished a happy birthday to myself, and felt infinitely wiser than I had the day before. OK, I'm exaggerating slightly, but god it felt good to turn that mental page over and let everything I went through in the last ten years sail into the past!
I treated myself and took a half day off work, so at 2pm, I walked out of the office and strolled my usual route from Chelsea over to Union Square. The day was crisp and gorgeous- autumn in New York really is storybook wonderful, and I felt good, too. As I approached Union Square, I realized I was hungry and decided to indulge in a nice lunch at Blue Water Grill, where I sat outside and enjoyed the blue sky, people-watching, and some quiet time to myself to mull over my last 30 years. I have to say, all things considered, including the RA, I feel pretty happy with where my life is at the moment, and that feels lucky (even if Wall Street is on the brink of imploding just a few blocks downtown.) I could never have predicted I would end up where I am, but things could be a whole lot worse. It could be last year this time!
After that, I headed uptown and got a pedicure and a manicure in preparation for party #1 that evening
at the Campbell Apartments, which are tucked away in Grand Central. I was all dolled up in my party dress and some three inch heels (aka taxi shoes), and joined by a few friends who would be out of town for party #2, and my sister, who was luckily in town for a business trip! We were promptly sat at a table in the back. The Apartments do make you feel like you are stepping back in time, and their classic and vintage cocktail menu includes drinks called prohibition punch and flapper's delight (both of which I imbibed.) We toasted to the next decade, sat back, and had a grand time. After going to Campbell's, my sister and I continued the evening for a brief drink at Stone Rose Lounge (where they turned the lights on us before we had even gotten near the bottom of our drink- lame) and capped the night off with a little more champagne at my place. It was a damn good night.
And, because one party isn't nearly enough to mark the achievement of making it to 30, this past Saturday, I threw a big party for myself at Flatiron Lounge. This involved party dress #2 and these:
First, though, my sister took me out to a wonderful dinner of oysters, shrimp cocktails and sushi at Lure Fish Bar, then we taxi'd over to Flatiron and headed downstairs to a table. I was sufficiently fete'd all night, and I felt more than grateful to have the kind of friends I do. The whole evening was spent with most of the people I love most in the world. I mean really, besides a healthy, functioning immune system, what more could a girl wish for on her 30th?
So, bring on the next decade! I have no idea what it holds in store, but so far, so good!