30

I leveraged reaching an age divisible by ten (that seems to hold significance for some reason) to get myself some Wagyu beef at Alexander's Steakhouse. It's an admittedly ridiculous indulgence. A 3 oz. portion runs over $100. But it's what I wanted, so off we went to Cupertino.

By "we," I mean friends Scott, Eric and Gail who visited for the weekend and my brother who drove down from the east bay for dinner.

I made everyone pose by the meat on the way out.

A quick comment on that Wagyu beef... it was easily the best thing I've ever eaten. Incredibly rich, it could almost be described as "meat butter." I'm sure it's not to everyone's taste, but I absolutely loved it. Forget vacation savings; I'm going to start a Wagyu jar so I can go back someday. Anyway...

I planned on posting some reflections on turning 30, but I really don't have much to say on the subject. I certainly don't feel any different. Though perhaps I should be, I'm not afraid of growing old. I'm pleased to leave the unsettled-ness of my 20's behind and start the next decade married, a homeowner and blessed by fabulous friends and an awesome little brother.