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 May 19, 2008
DAY 129  |  May 19, 2008

Iíve been seeing a lot in the news about these three people who can remember every detail of their lives since they were 15 years old. I saw the one guy on the Today Show and was underwhelmed. His ďimpressiveĒ feat was that he could recount which horse won the Preakness on a certain date in 1992 or some BS.

Seriously? Thatís it?!? Iím officially announcing a head-to-head challenge with these fools. Iíll tell this dude a little something about what happened during the running of the Preakness in 2001. It was a Saturday. It was hot. I had on a blue tank top, cargo shorts and a blue head scarf. My friend Rew paid some hustling 8 year-old $10 to wheel our cases of beer to the infield in a grocery cart. I kept taking my picture with rednecks and posing with random guys who had passed out. My boyfriend continually expressed concern he was going to have to fight these guys when they woke up. His brother was yelling at girls to show their boobs. My friend Rachel got hit in the face with a flying beer can mid-conversation while we were waiting for the porta potties. Chamari took the bags out of the inside of boxed wine and went around squirting it on everyone. Ten of us piled into a $60 hotel room that was discounted because it smelled like wet dog. I woke up with my arm around my friend Meghan because I inadvertently rolled the wrong way in my sleep.

So UCal researchers, bring it on. Iím the one with the superhuman memory who needs an entire research team to figure out why I am so gifted. Make sure to send tall, hot scientists.

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