I turned 30 yesterday. I am old. I am over the hill. I am middle-aged.
The way I spent my birthday totally symbolises this transition from the twenties to the thirties.
Saturday Night – Still 29…
Went to Zenzi with some girlfriends.
Saw John Abraham at the restaurant and made two (unnecessary) trips to the loo to get a closer look (he's cute...)
Had an entire bottle of wine
Came home to find husband waiting with a surprise midnight birthday cake
Ate Maggi for dinner at 2 in the morning
Slept at 3 a.m.
Sunday and my birthday – 30 plus
Went to the Marriot for a super-expensive and super-relaxing massage (birthday gift from husband)
Had to fill a form prior to massage – and mention my new age
Sunday is the maid’s afternoon off so came home and fed and generally tended to my son
Went to Jogger’s Park with husband and son and interacted with other kids and their parents
Came home and put Ayaan to bed
Cooked dinner with husband (our new definition of a romantic dinner)
Watched Desperate Housewives
Went to sleep at 11 p.m.