He's been a bit stressed about this whole turning 30 thing - especially since it seems as though everyone is planning important 30th birthday events in our circle of friends. My colleague privatized a restaurant and offered a three course dinner to his group of friends, our other Frenchie friend is inviting a huge group to Marrakech for two nights in a fancy riad with a big birthday party, and another friend privatized a POOL in Paris for a gigantic pool party... the list goes on and on.
Somehow, the idea of planning anything makes me want to heave. So, needless to say, I understand his stress. While I toyed with the idea of planning a big bash for him, I just couldn't get it together - our friends live all over the world - not just in Paris. Instead, I planned a weekend away to a surprise destination, just the two of us. Normally I would feel that a weekend away is a great gift, but it's hard to see the silver lining when you compare it to all of these huge birthday events.
What is with the 30th birthday thing? Why didn't I get a memo five years ago that this was going to be a big deal?