Thirty is most certainly dirty, and fabulous

When I was young I thought that turning thirty meant waking up with a head full of gray hair and complaining about the sciatica in my butt. Instead, it meant drinking strawberry daiquiris by the pool in Vegas with my best friends (and husband-to-be). The daytime celebration was a pirate-theme, with a few added accoutrements for the birthday girl. It has been five years and I have yet to get Elyce back for making me wear this outfit. Okay, the daiquiris helped twist my arm.

I was reminded of this photo after discovering that one of my dear readers, andygirl, is about to turn thirty. Happy Birthday Andrea. Thirty is the new thirty. I've never felt older, or happier. It's a damn good thing.

Comments

[Desiree]

I love the hat!! Great post!!

[Cheryl]

That hat is hysterical! BTW? I have to say I'm enjoying being in my 40s more than I thought. Totally blows being in your 30s away. Psyche-wise, that is. Body-wise? I feel old!

[Karen]

Thirty is pretty awesome. I'm 3 years in and still managing to stave off the grays.

I was chatting with a couple of friends last night that are facing 30. They are freaking out about it. I just laughed at them.

[andygirl]

thanks!! and THAT is one fabulous look you rocked. :D

[Jennifer June]

Seriously,
So happy to finally be 40.
Who knew?

[Kelley]

I'm 35, too! Looky there! I don't REALLY say "looky there" by the way. I love those glasses. So cute!