I'm in a local grocery store paying for a few items and the cashier asks me if i'd like a receipt, which I did, and said yes. Then he asked me if I wanted a date. The kind you eat? The kind where dinner is involved with mostly awkward conversation where you're attempting to care about some childhood story this guy is telling you, which may or may not end in someone running away? I wanted one, and not the other. This is a 50% success rate people. I back up slowly, shifty eyes and all, and out the door without responding. Which is when I realized it. I'm always going to be slightly awkward, even now that I made it to thirty years of age.
Thirty. 30. Three-Zero.  Hot Damn I finally made it to the promised land, my birthday month! (We get a month now, right?) And so far it has been a great new year of life, starting with a slumber party. An actual slumber party complete with good friends, champagne, and breakfast in sleeping bag bed the following morning. Also included in the last 6 days: brewing of a ginger hefeweizen beer, hiking to the top of a mountain with some amazing, witty ladies, dinner of freshly caught king salmon and halibut, bonding time at the Triangle with some of my favorite people, a new adventure movie, a new puzzle (!), and many meals of spicy curry. It's possible the reminder that a slight amount of awkwardness in life makes it interesting, or maybe it's the whole giving less shits as I get older. In any case, I'm finding more humor in it than the adverse.

Pretty Ladies on top of a Mountain 

Birthday Roomies in Fur Coats