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On my 30th birthday I woke to the sounds of my four closest friends singing “Happy Birthday” outside my bedroom window. They told me to get up and get dressed; they were taking me to breakfast. Now, I’m a girl who likes to dress up, and going out to eat is definitely a chance to dress up. So, I picked out a cute, little, semi-short piece, just right for a birthday brunch. When I joined them in the kitchen their facial expressions confused me; that is until I went outside. They were driving a pick-up truck with a lawn chair in the bed. That was to be my “throne” on the way to the restaurant. Attached to the bumper was a sign that said I was “Dirty Thirty.” Horror of horrors! We took off driving, and the chair wasn’t tethered to anything; I slid right down the bed, and bumped into the back gate, which thankfully, was locked. Of course the biggest laugh came from trying to keep that cute dress from blowing up in my face and exposing, well, you know. After breakfast, I thought they’d had their fun with me, but no. Next stop was the car wash! Yikes! I guess they were really my friends after all, because they turned around. Scared me to death. I never forgot the experience, twenty three years later. Yes, that makes me fifty-three. You don’t have to count. Your turn.