Today is the room mate's 30th birthday. Tonight we're (we meaning a large group of friends, co-workers, etc.) going out for dinner then drinks at our favorite watering hole or two. Which means tomorrow you're going to have one very sad looking bunch of 21-30 year olds. The room mate is planning on starting his celebration early. This afternoon one of our friends is planning on showing up at the house with a bottle of vodka for some pre-party partying. So very college.

It's hard for me to come to grips with the fact that my friends and I are all turning 30. Well, they're all turning that magic number before I do. I'm the last of the group. Next year will be my turn to step into my third decade. Weren't we all just seniors in high school a blink ago? And wasn't it just a few hours ago that we were all celebrating our college graduations? Just yesterday weren't we celebrating some of them getting married? Now this.

Time is moving along way too fast for my liking. I hate to admit it but I think I'm having the most problem with this whole truning 30 thing. There is so much I though I would have done by now, that, well, I haven't.

No way am I in the job I want to finish my career in. IF things go the way I want them to I'll be writing a retirement column a la William Safire (only mine will be for the Boston Globe). Or signing off for the last time from ESPN after 20 years on air.

I haven't met the person I'm going to spend the rest of my life with. I've had many near misses and a few could have beens except...but nothing that counts. I keep trying to convince he's out there but it's getting harder to do the older I get. This Cinderella is slowly facing up to the fact that Prince Charming is late to the ball and won't be showing up anytime soon. If at all.

In honor of the festivities tonight I'm planning on going shopping over my lunch. There are several very girly, low cut shirts that have caught my eye on Old Navy's website that while they may not be practical, may just get me laid.

Hey, a girl's got to do what a girl's got to do.