One of my best friends had his birthday yesterday. We graduated high school together and he's the first one of the gang to hit 30. It sucks that his birthday will forever be "the day after 9/11." My birthday is is on "the day that will live in infamy," but that happened a generation ago, so I guess it's not such a big deal anymore. Things seem to be going pretty good for him. He's married to a great gal, he has a ham of a dog, he's got a nice little house, and he's about to start his MBA program.
30. I remember when I turned 24 and thinking THAT was old. *sigh* What can you do?