Birthday Thoughts

Now that I'm officially IN my 30's...sigh....I seem to have reached a point in my life where certain things don't matter. OK, not 100% sure what they are, but I'm sure I'll find out sooner or later.
It still matters to me that most of my friends continue to forget to even just send me an email, but it hurts less every year so I'm guessing I won't care too much next year.
For a change, though, I had a fairly decent birthday. I mean, I actually did something which is a huge change from the past few years.
Last night I met Michael Palin, a moment that was on my "to-do" life list. He had just published his diaries written during the Python years and did a Q&A in Cambridge. I stood in line, waiting for him to sign my copy and could barely contain my excitement. I was bouncing - literally - bouncing on my feet in anticipation. My hands shook and my heart thudded as I realized I was actually going to meet Michael Palin, a member of Monty Python, a group that has given me nothing but pure joy for at least 2 decades of my life. He was always my favorite Python, and only a bit because he was the cutest. I got up there, mentioned something about how I used to know someone who rented his house, gave him my book and managed to walk away afterwards without hugging him or truly embarrassing myself. The shaking didn't stop for ten minutes afterwards.
Tonight I went with a couple of friends to see Guster, a band that I love and have now seen in 3 states. Of course they are a huge hometown band, having gone to Tufts and all, so the place was packed. Packed with many a college student, which definitely made me feel my age. But the evening was thoroughly enjoyable nonetheless. At one point the people sitting/standing next to me began to make-out furiously. This went on for at least 20 minutes, causing someone seated behind us to throw condoms at them and yell "stop making out!". The couple, too drunk to care, just went on sucking face. I noticed that the girl had a gigantic hickey on her neck by the end of the evening. At least she got a concert souvenir I suppose. On the way back, one of my friends was hanging on a ceiling pole on the bus and managed to break it with all of his super strength. Brian is apparently the man of steel. My only concern was that they would stop the bus, have us get off and wait for the next one, and no one wanted that. (It was around 100 degrees today with humidity. Brutal).
Got some calls from family, a few from a few friends...overall decent.