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 September 6, 2008
DAY 239  |  September 6, 2008

Only four days back in town and already enough bizarre things have happened to fill a book.

#1 - On the door of CVS this morning, I see a sign announcing the following, "Help me please. Four passports lost (Ecuadorian) If found, bring to Pollo Tropical. No questions asked." Bitch, please. If I find these and return them, there better be at least a week's worth of free tropi-chops involved.

#2 - I thought I may have to stage an intervention when Mary Helen started bringing Chipped Ham Sam around everywhere with her. Little did I know it would be such a hit and that all the Miami crew would spend the evening asking "How comes yinz ain't watching the game?"

#3 - I ran into that numbskull who ignored me at the Greek restaurant who went out of his way to come up to me and pull the "long time no see." More like long time no acknowledge but whatever. Loser.

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