dominant-ashford:
As this is my last weekend of being thirty, I figured go big or go home right? Wrong. So wrong. As it would turn out, being thirty means you can’t party like you did when you were twenty-one, so who knows what thirty-one is going to do to me?
Still, I will be obnoxiously sporting a pink wristband tonight at Gaze – it’s a good thing I left the no alcohol party for the end. I’m not sure I’d have coped with another night of people buying me birthday shots.
Okay, admission time, for a second when I read last weekend of being 30, I was thinking 30 in the 30 something sense and thought you were about to be 40 and wow, you should be bottling what ever you use on your skin. Not that you don’t look great for 31 too, it would just be amazing if you were 40.
I’m going to be at Gaze as well, sporting grey and observing. The premise is definitely interesting, but I’m a little more cautious maybe?
So when exactly is your birthday Mr Ashford?









