Sprkus

On Dec. 18 of this year, a dark metamorphosis will occur. Something that is inevitable. Something that must be survived once in a lifetime by every human on this planet. Something that drives some into hours if not days of depression. Something that results in some people blacking out.

That something is a 30th birthday. And this time it’s my turn.

Some of my friends already hit that plateau, others are still years away. But this time it’s up to me to take it on the chin.

Luckily for me, I’ll get to distract myself with gambling, booze and general sin-sational tomfoolery.

I’ll be celebrating my 30th birthday in Las Vegas.

Tiffany was going to surprise me with the trip a lot closer to my birthday, but with such a large event and required planning, she asked me if I wanted to go to Vegas for my birthday/Christmas gift.

I said, “Hit me!”