This year is going to be full of 30. He turned thirty, I’m turning 30, she’s turning thirty, they’re turning thirty…

Weekend celebrations took place with happy, happy love and smiles.

Saturday night I managed to pull together a last minute party for the boy and it was filled with three sisters, two brothers, two cousins, many, many friends and one nemesis (in a playful sense). The next day was frightfully difficult for his body as it still seems the right thing, for most people, to give the gift of tequila shots. I couldn’t say how many of those went down that hatch. After some morning-after lamentation, a day of relaxation and a vow to “never do that again”, he’s still alive.

Sunday evening there was a little shared party for family and girlfriends. One side of cake with thirty candles for the boy and one side of the cake with eight candles for the niece.