I went to bed on the eve of my birthday and seriously shed some tears. 31 feels so much older than 30! 30 seems kind of hip, but 31 puts one officially in the thirties. I immediately wanted to buy a new wardrobe, grow out my hair, and buy expensive face cream. Sigh.
On the other hand, I did order the cake I've been lusting after for the past 4 years from Mrs. Backer's Bakery on South Temple. Marzipan buttercream frosting and raspberry filling. Delectable!