[I'm actually writing this on March 4, but I'm posting it under 2/25/11 for the sake of posterity.]
On February 25 I turned 31. As I've said before, 30 was an extremely good year for me. The first part of this birthday was spent on the night of the 24th, celebrating on a boat called the Calypso Queen toodling around Tampa Bay. I was having an unexpectedly pleasant evening with colleagues -- cans of Bud Light, a DJ playing fun and laughable songs, the sun sinking far off into the Gulf. The Electric Slide. At one moment I was standing alone on the top deck, looking at the sky framed between two gaudily-decorated plastic palm trees, as a reggae song bounced in the air -- and for the first time in my life, I kind of liked reggae! For that brief moment, it made sense at the time!
Much of my actual birthday was spent in transit from Florida to home. We had a nice dinner at home, L made a delicious cake. On Saturday night we had a fun night at Nectar, partying like we were childless (almost), and then rushing home so we could stop the clock on the babysitter. When childcare costs loom over you just like the threat of a hangover -- that's what 31 is like, so far.