IS THIS THE STONEY END?

I turned 30 last week which was just fabulous. All of my friends and family showered me with their love and gifts and time and made it a fabulous weekend. On Thursday I headed for a family dinner, had a dinner with a friend on Friday, trained on Saturday before shopping my tits off and hitting the dancefloor on Saturday night before the main event on Sunday. I did manage to suck some decent cock over the weekend aswell! Easter Sunday was my actual birthday, my parents picked me up and we had a lovely lunch. That night 14 of my closest friends all had a dinner at the beautiful Oran Mor in the Westend. I was given a beautiful watch, some great aftershave and more importantly, I got to have loads of my friends all enjoying themselves! Some of my friends from literally 10 years ago were all laughing and joking together and it was just great to see. After dinner, we headed back to Jon's for drinks which turned out perfectly aswell. Everyone I had invited turned up, some old friends again and some of the gym boys and we all looked super glam, the drink just flowed and could I say "and" more in that sentence?!. After copious amounts of booze were drunk we all hit the Polo Lounge for some major dancing and even more drinking. By the time 5am came, I was knacked big style and had to hit the hay after just a superb day. I can't thank all my friends and family enough for just really embracing my day!

Monday was a bit of a waste as I was just no fun at all - after such a great night, anything else would be a disappointment so I was pretty blah and watched some Brothers and Sisters on dvd and cried at certain points. Since then, loads of my friends have text or spoken to me that they had a fabulous time on Sunday which is really heartwarming. I had totally drank myself into oblivion so back to the gym on Tuesday was not a pretty sight. The vodka and champagne oozed back through my pores and it took the majority of Tuesday's session to actually get back to some level of fitness. I majorly struggled.

Now, almost a week later and I'm officially in my thirties, it has made me think quiet a bit about my future. Is this the end? The next big birthday I will semi celebrate will be my 35th. I might have to rewatch a few episodes of Sex and The City to get that whole thirtysomething fierce attitude. It has made me search my soul more than Vonda Shepard in an episode of Ally McBeal. Do I start dating after basically ten years of slutting about a bit? Is a relationship the right thing? Will I settle? What will happen in the next episode of Mad Men? What will Kylie do next? Where is my career headed? What's next for me? All these questions and more are wanting answered - who knows what's next? I was supposed to go out for a wee while tonight, I'd be taking the car as I have a training session tomorrow but even at that, I'm a bit tired - is this because I'm 30 or just cos I was in the gym for a late session tonight til about 9pm? I might drag this tired old ancient carcass out or I could just chillax and have an early night. Decisions, Decisions.......

Listening to - Speakerphone - Kylie - KYLIEX2008