The Milla Times: The Thirty Chronicles: The Celebration

Monday, July 03, 2006

The Thirty Chronicles: The Celebration

well, the world didn't end. thirty arrived on june 26 and incorporated itself rather seamlessly. no great fireworks or traumas or parades. it came, sat down with me for a drink and recessed into the laugh lines around my mouth -- the only wrinkles i enjoy since they reflect happy smiles.

the happy smile was much displayed during my annual birthday party, which drew the usual crowd of suspects, commemorated in the photo essay that follows. thanks to those who showed and brought gifts and booze and warm wishes. i felt loved.

Dirty Thirty: that was the title of this year's bash, and my architect superstar boyfriend Mo drew a handy floor plan on the dry erase for newcomers.

balloons & booze: the party was largely confined to my backyard and stocked with libations. my drink of choice for the night was vodka and red bull.

happy smile: happy dirty thirty to me.

the view from above: my birthday wish was to quit smoking forever. the monday after my party i awoke with strep throat and haven't had a cigarette since.

revelers: dan, kate, nick and jason cheese it up for the camera.

my future bridesmaids: twas a momentous occasion as Dee and Raidis, my longtime girlfriends, met each other for the first time. i must have a thing for ethnic, dark-haired beauties.

more ethnic, dark-haired beauties: Lacey and Michelle

chin on palm: Chad indulges in fascinating conversation with Tim as Polly looks on.

sorta sepia: Juan and I indulge in our own fascinating conversation in the corner.

you are getting sleepy: Juice got baked like the rest of us.

strike a pose: in an effort to not take the standard smiley picture, Jayson and I make the standard non-smiley faces.

festive brights: Mo inflated every last balloon before stringing them above the yard. then he gave me a special edition box set of all 6 seasons of "Sex and the City." and he helped me clean the morning after the party. i returned the kindness by not taking a single picture of him the night of the party.