30

Turning 30 is the best thing you can possibly imagine. At least in my case. I loaded my car with girls and took off to the beach. There we met some more lovely ladies -and a few men- ate chunks of cheese and watched the sunset. No cleaning up the next morning, no puke in the bathroom, no ash in your bed. I wasn't even the tipsy running hostess on heels that I normally am at my own parties. Instead, I reached this rare euphoric stage of happiness that occurs when you have your friends around you, there are boogy boards, waves and of course Kelly's homemade apple crumble.