Watch Me Turn 30, by Holly C.
I'm a 29-year-old New Yorker who inherited this site from my pal, Holly P., to document the final year of my twenties. Right up until I turn the big 3-0 next January, I'll use this blog to indulge my inner-narcissist by voicing the good (I can date men anywhere from ages 21 to 50 without it being scandalous) the bad (I keep getting ma'amed) and the ugly (is it possible to get cellulite on your stomach?!). Here's to waving goodbye to my youth, accepting adulthood and remembering that every ending is really just a new beginning.
the photo for May 21, 2007
DAY 112  |  May 21, 2007
Um, is this guy for real? Since it’s winter in Oz and the cabins at Mojo’s don’t have heat, Kate and I decided to multitask to warm up and dry out our wet hair by the campfire while the rest of the surfers downed beers and bragged about catching the biggest waves. This is our surf instructor, Louie, who is a bit of a wild man. He seems to have trouble keeping his clothes on and decided to streak around stark naked. For the love of god, this was not advertised as a co-ed naked surf camp.

Crazy men aside, Jack Johnson would be jealous of this set up. Besides learning how to board, we’re living the ultimate surfer lifestyle: Rising early to catch the best waves, kicking back in the afternoon playing card games, hitting the waves again before sunset, having barbeques at dinnertime, listening to the guitar by a campfire at night…Kate and I are so relaxed we don’t even know what to do with ourselves.

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