Amy and I recently started the great downward decline towards senility and retirement this month when we both turned 30 years old.
It's all pretty much over.
We celebrated the occasion by hosting a barbecue on the beautiful Shelly Beach.
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We had a beautiful day for it and there was even a shark that made an appearance off shore. For some reason, one of the other beach-goers called the cops.
The cops showed but no arrests were made.
We topped of the day with cake and a pinata. Most of our non-US friends knew what a pinata was from TV and movies but had never had one at a party. What terrible childhoods they must have had.
As a great sage once said:
Don't trust anyone over 30.