So here’s the deal: I’m having a little get-together at my apartment this weekend. While adding ice to the list of things to buy for said shindig, I realized that once again, I would have to ask my friend to borrow her ice bucket. Why don’t I own one you ask? Well, since it’s not something I use that often, I’d rather take the money I would spend on an ice bucket and put it toward something more useful, like shoes. (You get the idea.) Now, this leads me to my idea, and a progressive one at that–a Thirtieth Birthday Registry. It would work the same as a wedding registry, but is intended for those of us approaching thirty who happen to be “between boyfriends.”
I mean, is it really fair that just because I haven’t met my beshert yet I don’t deserve a KitchenAid mixer in metallic chrome? Congratulations for being so lucky you met your soulmate, now here’s a mixer. How about Congratulations for surviving numerous dates with toads who never turned out to be princes, now here’s a mixer. Or in my case, with a toad who (unbeknownst me to) already had a princess. What a wart.
OK, enough whining. Are you with me on this?