I believe the un-written rule is that when one turns 30 it is supposed to be a big thing.

Think balloons, surprise parties, a gathering of friends, much merriment, liquor, cake and the like.

At least that's what my friends told me when I announced that I didn't want to do anything at all for my birthday; that it was a day best forgotten, and I had no desire for celebration.

And as their good intentions were no match for my stoic anti-socialness, guess how I spent this day?

Yeah, I'm such a rebel.