Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Marginalizing The 30th Birthday Party
I'm so glad that at 35, I'm safely passed this ridiculous social stage.
I couldn't stand going to them because, well, what exactly were we celebrating?
Invariably, these parties were for people who delayed marriage or delayed breeding. (And always had a dog!)
And, often they were pathetically thrown by the celebrant!
If not, they were *surprises* from their significant other. Also, when one half of a couple threw a big one for their noopy....then we could be sure to be invited for the reciprocating one soon thereafter. For example, a handful of years ago we had to go to two identical *surprise*, husband-and-wife, 30th birthday parties at Morton's in Hoboken, NJ. The guest lists were also the same; and both parties sported the same flaming, huge, black party dude as the MC.
Now, I'm all for finding a minor excuse to pig out and imbibe....in fact we are turning our daughter's 3rd birthday anniversary into a large scale adult soirée this weekend.
But there's nothing at all inherently worth celebrating about hitting 30.
So all those parties really do is draw attention to the fact that somebody needs attention.