Alice and Tara's awesome 1979-themed party for the three of us, featuring cheese fondue, music released the year we were born, and a Three Mile Island cake. We did an air raid siren instead of singing Happy Birthday.
Being able to say that I'm officially pushing thirty. That cracks me up.
Still getting carded for alcohol. I don't expect that to stop for a while, really.
Feeling like 22 with seven years' experience.
My stories are getting back in my head again, so I've begun to take further pokes at them. I'm not going to have much creative energy till February, though, because we have an evil deadline at work and I'll be pulling serious hours. It will be worth it in the end. Hauling ass and getting paid indeed.