On Saturday, May 14th, Jack and I celebrated our 30th birthday. Leading up, we'd had a few discussions about what we wanted from the party. I meant to post about the party after the actual party, but May was a busy month. I'll cut to the chase: it was the best birthday party I've ever had. I try not to fall into the trap of assigning too much significance to birthdays. Our lives are not lived for one regularly-spaced day every year, and it makes no sense to judge our live by the events of such a day. That said, birthdays tend to be times of reflection and self-assessment, and having a bunch of awesome people party their asses off makes for a very positive self-assessment. The planning inspired a rare disagreement between Jack and myself. He wanted to keep it casual and easy-going. I wanted a spectacle, and I wanted the party to effect a mature impression. I don't want red solo cups when I'm turning 30. I don't want a party that looks like an attemp