As you know (hopefully, I mean do you know me at all?!?) I am less than six months away from the big 3-0. My twenties are nearing an end. So far I’m not too upset about crossing over into pure grown up territory.
What I am worrying about is how to celebrate. 30 years of Annie Jo? It’s got to be momentous. It’s got to be huge. Easy, you say, just have a momentously huge party. Ah, but my friends and family span the globe. Or at least are divided between West Coast and New England.
So now what? Force people to travel across the country in these troubled economic times? Have two parties? Forget the whole party idea and travel to a remote tropical island to celebrate in peace?