I woke up thinking ok. I am 35. Half way between 30 and 40. I proceeded to ask myself what I wanted to do that day. I determined that Laundry therapy, some movies and maybe go to my dad's labor day yard party.

I managed to get he laundry done and as I was folding I discovered that the Labor Day Yard Party was supposed to be surprise party for me more like spontaneous b-day party. I'm like ok cool. So I pick out a cute outfit and head down after the laundry.

Did I remember to take one picture? NO!

So there were like 25 friends and neighbors. Ok. One set of neighbors piled their plates and left. Did not speak to me or wish me a happy birthday. How rude? Another ate more than half of my Carvel Ice Cream Cake. Same person took home two plates of food saying my dad said it was ok ad he knew nothing about it. Beer was the drink of choice. I do not drink beer. (long story) People were being loud and obnoxious. I was really surprised. After I helped to clean up I put myself to bed early.

Just before I go to bed I hear a huge arguement. I still have not got the skinny on ths one and I do not think I care to know t be honest.

THe food was awesome. We had beer, pop, hot dogs, sausage (which were eaten before I made it down to the party), hamburgers, potatoe salad, spicy cabbage (OH my was that good!), baked beans, puerto rican rice and beans, ribs (which I never got to taste.) and Carvel Ice Cream Cake.

Overall a very wierd welcome to my mid-thrities...maybe that is why I like to spend time with individuals instead of having a party.