My wife, Mandi, and I.
Turning 30 from 29 represents a transition that is more symbolic than it is physiological. I had thought that I understood the silliness of what is symbolized in the transition between theses decades (one, an era of youthfulness, independence and possibility and the other an era of acceptance and consignment), and could therefore encounter the gravity of the situation with the rationality necessary to escape the trap of woeful self-reflection. But, it turned out that I was nevertheless susceptible; I wrote to myself sometime last year that “there is a point in every man’s life when he stops imagining what he is capable of, and starts wondering what exactly he has accomplished.” I guess that point for me was turning 30. I know that this sounds very “mid-life crises”-ish, but it is more an example of how melodramatic I am about, well, just about everything. I am the first to point out my flaws, sometimes even before other people have even realized them, so it was really moving to me last night, to believe that I was going out for a drink with my wife, and instead walk in to the dining room at the Scottish Arms to find it full of my family and friends. I don’t know what I did to deserve such a strong show of support and affection from all of these wonderful people, but I am truly appreciative and lucky to have received it. Last night was truly one of the best evenings of my life, and I am thankful to have such an amazing wife to plan such an event. To everyone who came, thank you so much.
Not pictured: My cousin Keith, and my friends, Namdol, Galina, Josh and Diane (I have pictures of you on film, but need to finish shooting the roll).
Thanks again to everyone, and I am going to spend the rest of today recovering!
Much love to all of you!!