the Unexpressed Advantage

Sorry about the flour post, I don’t know what I was thinking.

Lots of things happen in the last couple of week.* First last Tuesday had an early birthday dinner with Jane and Dane. I received: 1 Cutco pizza cutting kit including a Pizza Cutter, Garlic Press, and a Cheese Knife. I’m not sure where the cheese knife fits in, but it’s really cool.

Spent the Next couple of days contemplating what it would be like to turn 30. Scary.

Following Saturday – Afore mentioned James Bond Night. A hoot. Pizza Cutter = effective.

The next day was Sunday, my 30th birthday. Boy was I excited. Yeah Right. I’ve never liked birthdays in general, how much more my 30th. I had to lead communion at church. That’s a fitting way to start year 30. I have so much angst stored up over communion practice in our modern churches that it was a nice vent to be able to express some leadership in that area. Even if I did mess up the bread / wine (grape juice) order.

After church some friends and I went to Denny’s. Guess what, you get a free lunch on Denny’s if it’s your birthday. Booyah!

Went home. Went to Volleyball. Went to my birthday party. My roommates put it together. Later on, I think I’d like to write a blog titled, “why birthday parties are so difficult for me.” I can’t get into it here, but the whole process frustrates me.

It was a good time. I’m thankful for the love of those that were there. Good friends for sure. There were lots of funny moments. I drank a shot of mudslide or some kind of drink. Somebody gave me little plastic flowers to put in my hair. But the funniest moment was when one of my roommates, after one beer, prayed for dinner. His prayer included thanks for the meal, thanks for good friends, and a petition to God that I would “pursue women.” Ironically he went and got himself a girlfriend the following week. No more beers for you before prayer buddy.

Monday following I was a new man. I felt more adult than ever. Now I was 30, I had experience; I had wisdom.

School the next two days, then came Thursday. Thursday I went to a concert at Regent. A guitarist named Trace Bundy. Trace is simply out of this world. You have to see him. Get a glimpse at http://myspace.com/tracebundy. Scroll down and watch the video.

Brings us to today. Today I got ready for our basketball playoffs. So that we could finish in style, I transformed myself into “Mexican moustache Dan.” Take a look:

Sadly, there was a scheduling error and we ended up forfeiting our game. We shot around for a while and went home. Looks like moustache dan is gonna have to wait till next season for some action.

Oh well, at least I’m 30.