Watch Me Turn 30, by Ashley N.
Question of the year: Is spending your late 20s living on South Beach and island-hopping the Caribbean as a career a) every responsible adult's fantasy or b) totally outlandish and ultimately unfulfilling for a semi-responsible adult who still places an abnormally high priority on fun? Perhaps the mere concept of what constitutes adulthood has been distorted due to my surroundings.

Through this blog, I hope to figure out what being "almost 30" really means to me...hopefully, before the big b-day next January.

Thanks goes to Holly C. for, first and foremost, agreeing to go on one of my press trips to the 'burbs of Fort Lauderdale and ultimately passing this site along to me.
the photo for March 24, 2008
DAY 73  |  March 24, 2008

Some days are yoga days, and some just aren't. Some days, nothing makes me happier than having the deepest pigeon of my class, some days, all I can think about is going home and eating brownies or something equally caloric.

Today was a real deal yoga day. I guess I have to have one day of extreme Zen in preparation for the ensuing chaos that is Winter Music Conference. For all intenstive purposes, the general population's obsession with house music began to fade after my junior year in college. But for one week in March, Miami Beach is swimming in sea of glow sticks, Tiesto wannabes and fist-pumping guidos...and more than a few of my compadres from undergrad. Should be a good time once I get past the unavoidable migrane from all the drum 'n bass.

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