Now I'm officially old.

 I am 30 years old, and it is no longer my birthday. That is a relief.

This year's celebration wasn't bad. It wasn't anything like I wanted it to be, but I got to spend Sunday riding bikes with my favorite person, and we wrapped up the day with a modest gathering (Trish and I plus three coworkers), playing Cards Against Humanity until it was officially my birthday. The I rode my bike home wearing a tiara and promptly went the fuck to bed. I spent the first half of today trying to beat back a gnarly hangover, then I banged out some homework and spent way too long watching Adventure Time.

I was pleasantly surprised by the number of actual cards people sent me. I think that, more than anything else, made the day feel worthwhile.

And now I have a whole 'nother year before I have to worry about having a birthday again, and another 10 years before I have to concern myself with a major age milestone.

Whew.